Nature’s Cure

I am blessed to live in a place surrounded by parks and preserves.  Nature is all around me.  There are trails and hills and rivers; wildlife is at my fingertips.  Hawks circle above my head.  Fox slip through the underbrush barely escaping detection. I have always taken solace in nature.  When the world becomes too much, I invariably turn to nature.  As I walk the trails, I am on the lookout for something to surprise me, something to capture my imagination.  Nature is the best cure for writer’s block.  There is something always out there ready to be discovered, ready to be made known.

Hiking the Great Swamp in Winter


Twisted and weather-beaten,
A long, fallen  branch
Undulates under the pond ice,
Emerging serpentine,
Ready to strike
In the frozen air
Suspended in mid-hiss.
Its black, knothole eyes
Search for prey,
Its scale-clad body
Casts a dark shadow.
Nearby, a curious mouse,
Skitters across the ice,
Slides on silent feet,
Pauses for a moment,
Then, without trepidation,
Hurries on home
Through the frosted leaves.







Thank you to TWT: Slice of Life and SOS: Sharing our Stories
for providing me with discipline to write.

Ice Inspiration

It is time to sit down and write. Concentrate. Get your thoughts together. They scattered like leaves in a wind storm. Sit down. Think. It is time to write. You can do it, and you will. Now, sit down. I sit and stare. I play with the keys of my laptop. I pretend to write. I try to think of something. I make lists of all the things I need to do – I must do. Nothing is coming. Nothing makes sense. I seek some of my photographs. Maybe they will help me find the words. Finally, I take a breath. I surrender my mind to the images, and images form in my mind.