Meet me under this tree

Good place for a rendevous

Check out the writing, hiking, paddling and gardening I am doing as the Charleston Nature Examiner. All of my posts are love letters, of a sort, which follows February’s theme.  And spring is coming, so the waterways, garden paths, swamp trails, and island shores are getting beautifully busy.

You can also subscribe to my column on nature to get an email when I write something new. Even if you don’t live in Charleston, the parks are worth a visit, even through words.  
You can also learn how to create a wetland in your backyard (no, not just a stubborn mudpuddle) and get resources for other conservation projects and activities. It is time to prepare a place for all the butterflies, bees, birds and wildlife coming your way in the next few weeks.
So, meet me under this tree any time you wish and hear tales of alligators, prothonotary warblers, barred owls, great blue herons, yellow bellied sliders, and the elusive daring swamp squirrel.

Peace and Children
Peace and Children’s Literature

The Wheel on the School: The call of the impossible impossibility

Children’s literature is almost always a clear, subtle, and therefore compelling voice for the practices of peace and justice.  And because it sings the old sacred song in new ways for fresh ears (those who have ears to hear . . . as the children) children’s literature represents arguably the most powerful voice in these troubled times, championing the impossible impossibilities that need to happen before it is too late, and there are no more children, no more songs, stories and no more talk of peace.   

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Love Letters

Writing exercises for the month of February are underway. The theme is love letters. But don’t think that means mushy and saccharine.  There’s still plenty for the cynic, the stoic and the silly.

Here is a teaser: 

February 4, 2010 – Rose-colored glasses

Take a familiar scene. Maybe go back to the view out your window from January. Write it from the perspective of someone who has just fallen madly in love. Try not to mention love or the object of affection.

New Page: Peace & Justice

A new discussion forum here on Mercury Insight needs your insight. Use this page to post links, images, questions, reflections, quotes, poems and stories related to issues of peace and social justice.

Also, check out the continuing discussion on the moral responsibility of writing here.

On Writing

“Write a little everyday, without hope, without despair.”
— Isak Dinesen

For the Brave and the Foolish! Calling all muses! Need an excuse or an opportunity? Here are some writing exercises to get the ink flowing, to see what happens when the word gets pressed, pulled, posed, plundered, caressed for all it’s worth. . . I have decided to post a writing exercise every day, give or take. I, and anyone who cares to join me, will practice that exercise in daily writing. Sometimes I may even post my response to the exercise, and anyone else can post his or her response too. Participation is not necessary, but all are invited and/or challenged to give it a shout. . . Responses to exercises need not be confined to words either. Pictures, photos, dirty limericks, all welcome! Could be fun and if needed, feel free to use the writing exercises as you please.
Click here: Scenes and Words – For the Brave and Foolish

There was also a prophet, Anna the daughter of Phanuel, of the tribe of Asher. She was of great age, having lived with her husband seven years after her marriage, then as a widow to the age of eighty-four. She never left the temple but worshipped there with fasting and prayer night and day. At that moment she came, and began to praise God and to speak about the child to all who were looking for the redemption of Jerusalem. When they had finished everything required by the law of the Lord, they returned to Galilee, to their own town of Nazareth. (Luke 2: 36-39)

“Prophetism is. . . a moment of the human condition itself. For every man [or woman], assuming the responsibility of the Other is a way of testifying to the glory of the Infinite, and of being inspired.”
— Emmanuel Levinas

The old woman lives on her knees in a cold corner of the temple. She holds open the door and welcomes the people as they enter to worship, pray, or offer a sacrifice. She sleeps beneath the staircase the people must climb, carrying living doves or lambs to the bloodstained altar and fire. Continue Reading »