Tag: Susan Schirl Smith

The Joni Mitchell song “Big Yellow Taxi” has been running through my mind lately. I have thought of that lyric referencing “paving paradise and putting up a parking lot” when stories of drilling in National Parks and abolishment of protections for wild creatures are reported. The ides of eliminating environmental protections and destroying the irreplaceable…

The woods have a unique quiet. A silence, almost, but for the sounds of the whispering leaves as the wind caresses their surfaces. An occasional birdsong creates melody with the sounds of the breeze. My feet crunching softly on the dirt path are rhythmic, patterned, meditative. The light— chiaroscuro, a fractal sun dancing on leaves…