Poetry Walks by Christine DePetrillo

I left formal religion to worship nature. I find divinity in all the gifts Mother Nature has shared with us.

I hug trees. Maples are my favorite. They have a great eco-rhythm.

I dig my toes into sun-warmed soil and soak up the Earth’s energy.

I inhale oxygen and marvel over the science of what makes humans live off something colorless and without form.

I run my fingers over flower petals, leaves, stones, caterpillars, loving the unique sensations each bring.

I spread out in the grass, the blades cushioning my body, meshing with my hair, absorbing me into its green.

I am connected to it all, a giant wheel that constantly turns, grows, changes.

Most of the poetry I write is about nature. I spend a ton of time outdoors and frequently find inspiration in what I witness. A tree’s reflection in a pond. A bird’s flight across the sky. A cricket’s nighttime song. It’s all art and music to me, and I try my best to capture it with words so I can share the experience with others.

I took my students on a poetry walk through the outdoor classroom and nature trail we built behind our school. We stopped off to observe one of my poems that was put on a plaque and installed on a regal-looking boulder back there.

Cold Faith

Winter winds

howl their chorus

over frosted lands.

Leafless trees

heavy with snow

dream of budding.

For now,

they wait

as ice imprisons them.

Glassy branches

reach to the gray sky

in silent prayer.

Searching for inspiration, students brought notebooks and wrote down observations. They sat quietly and listened. They got on their hands and knees in the leaves and became part of the woods.

We don’t do that enough. Become part of the outdoors. The health benefits are many. The chances of finding your Muse are abundant as well.

Connecting with a high power in nature is a guarantee.

Students came back into the classroom and composed poems that rocked. Full of imagery and figurative language, they wrote as if fueled by an eternal flame. I hope they always remember that nature is there for them, just waiting to be explored, waiting to help.

Waiting to embrace.

Where will you walk today? What will you find?

Toodles,

Chris

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A Frightening Glimpse of Weird Weather to Come…

By Glenys O'Connell @GlenysOConnell

A report just out says that global warming is going to cost 60 trillion dollars over ten years - an amount equal to the (annual)global economy.

So often, we think these issues don't really affect us. Here in Ontario, we don’t usually get massive tornadoes or hurricanes like they do in some parts of the world, but it seems the weather is definitely changing. This summer came late and hot,  following on the heels of heavy rains that delayed some garden activities and farm crops.

We’ve had huge rain storms with record breaking rainfall; 98 degree humidity, and breathtaking wind storms and thunderous light shows. We have spent days under tornado warnings, severe thunderstorm warnings, and humidex warnings. Humidex scores boosted 34 degree weather into the stratosphere.

Power usage skyrocketed as we tried to keep cool. We were lucky - the infrastructure is sound and we experienced only brief power outages. But we see reflected in television news the affects on other places. Systems failed. Floods. Drought. Crop damage.

In the last storm, strong winds brought down two trees on our small property and seriously damaged several others. But the storm damage was amazingly random. My favourite birch tree was split in two, while the delicate grape arbour next to it was unscathed, leaving the tenderly cared for two year old grapevine to nurture its precious cargo of fruit. Century old cedar trees stood firm by the house, yet a strong young cedar in their shelter on the boundary line was uprooted and crashed onto the lawn.

Tall spears of Yucca were battered, their blossoms mutilated, while fragile calliopsis, though beaten down, rose up to again greet the warming sun with little damage. The seven feet tall Golden Glow,

just coming into flower, were smashed to the ground while the exotic clematis next to them managed to cling to the upright trellis and come through without a scratch.

Many flowering plants have put out mostly foliage – the heavy rains mashed my beautiful peonies into mush and other plants like lilacs and hydrangeas have had spectacular but short lived blooms.

It seems that even in this remote and pristine spot, surrounded by forests, rocks and freshwater lakes, we’re not immune to climate change. Anyone who grows their own vegetables can see firsthand the impact the weather can have on our food supplies.

Climate change is a creeping – and sometimes galloping – reality. For a writer, the dramatic effects can offer some great plot ideas and exciting visions.

But for the earth, well, not so much.

We waste too much. Use too much. Destroy too much. We take too much from the earth and give too little back. Animals and plants, a vital but often unrecognised part of out interdependency on this planet, are going extinct at alarming rates.

It's time, way past time, for all of us to think what we can do, and to press our governments to change direction before - well, before we go the way of the dinosaurs.

Meanwhile, back in the veggie garden the broccoli, lettuce and Chinese cabbage (bok choi) all bolted with the heat. In the sudden cool spell, the peas and beans are flourishing, but the zucchini, tomatoes, eggplant and peppers all look like they can’t make their minds up whether to produce or not. The cherry trees blossomed in heavy rain and pollination was, to use a cliché, a washout. The apple trees are bravely hanging onto their fruit but too many sharp temperature changes – it went from 29C yesterday to  5C here last night – could cause them to drop.

Still, we’re out there planting and replanting, cleaning up the damage, chopping wood and staking the plants that need it, deadheading and pruning. I’m expecting a sudden growth and high speed production towards the end of August and early September among the surviving veggies, although that means we’ll probably have a lot of green tomato chutney this winter!

 

 

Glenys O'Connell has retreated to the Middle of Nowhere, where she tries to keep her From her footprint on the earth small. On her back patio, where she does much of her writing in the summer, she can watch deer, raccoons, chipmunks, squirrels and the occasional bear passing by. She loves to hear from readers and can be contacted through her web site at www.glenysoconnell.com or by email at RomanceCanBeMurder@hotmail.ca

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