Green Bough

I write of ladybugs, triggerfish, and magpies, of holy moments in such places as Iona, Scotland, the Rockies, Florida, North Carolina, and my own household. I consider the loss of Miss Waldron's Red Colobus, a warning from Inuit goddess Sedna, and war's tragedy in Iraq.

My work has roots nourished by growing up with a farming and gardening family in the Susquehanna Valley of Pennsylvania, teaching and learning with my students and colleagues at Eckerd College, being a member of the Shalem Society for Contemplative Leadership, and participating in Presbyterians for Earth Care and other eco-justice ministries.

My poetic quest is to hold in tension the opposites of a celebration of the natural world and, in a time of great destruction, a call for its repair. I intend to evoke a saving love for the bodymindspirit of this amazing planet that is our home.