Friends, After an interminable time, I finally found myself in nature again. I was able to soak up as much of the wild as my body could handle- and it was the most delicious feeling. I also find myself writing here again after a too-long hiatus. Maybe writing is like my woods; maybe my creativity is inspired only by nature, and I must go back into the wild to find it again. Here, I share a writing that reflects the joy I find in the simple act of being outside: ~Finding the Woods Again~ By Poonam Desai Yesterday, I walked through our woods, And found our names carved into the river stones. The pile of logs that housed our whispered conversations Still stands home to the spiders and ants We had long forgotten. The pitcher we used to water our garden Has since been reclaimed by the forest moss and vines. Time is far slower in this grove of trees And though we left years ago, it holds our magic yet. Do you recall When we played tag at the foot of the hill? H
A place to lay my thoughts through art and word