Zane Kathryne Schwaiger

238 :: Pink Clouds

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I see you sitting
in a tree
alone
and calling out to me.

You want to be sure
I see you —
and I see the place you have reached.

You want to be apart
and witnessed.

* * *

Now you are far away.
I cannot see you
or the tree in which you’ve built your nest.
I hear only stories
and echoes.

You say you have found
someone to be your witness there.
But I hear a voice telling you where to place each foot,
directing you so loudly —
the sound travels across the continent.

And I remember,
so clearly,
the way you knew how to find your own way
into the tree tops
as a child.

* * *

Go back.
Go home.
Alone.

Your tree still grows
and you will find your familiar seat,
protected,
deep within its branches.

Illuminated by pink clouds.

235 :: Nature Journals

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Painting in our nature journals has become a treasured weekly ritual. This focused hour or two of gathering, sketching, and painting slows me down. I find myself noticing not only the details in the plants, insects, and other bits of nature we collect — but also noticing the girls and their patterns of learning.

It is such a simple exercise: sketching and painting what we find. But, not unlike my 365 project, the intention that I bring to the work makes it something greater.

“Sometimes the actual depth of your approach to a thing will be what coaxes the thing to honor that depth and yield more to you.” — John O’Dononhue

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