First came the aspens, and now the descent of gold infused light down the watershed like a slow burning fire.
Cottonwoods and willows along the river have been set aglow.
I imagine my soul, or to use the beautiful Japanese term, my Kokoro (heart-mind-spirit), filling up with this light, becoming the lantern that lights the way through winter.
Meanwhile, a review of Far Country was published this week at On the Seawall, written by the wonderful poet Adrie Rose.
She writes, “Far Country is a gathering place, a confluence between humans, between human and more-than-human, between land and those who live on the land.”
I hope you’ll check the rest out, and if you don’t have it yet, Far Country, too.
Poetry as confluence and meeting place remains the invitation I can’t refuse, the practice I return to day after day.
In that space may we find sustenance, may we be less alone, may we imagine our way forward.
And may the light we fill up with shine out to others, a prayer for the world and humanity.
Kyce Bello 