How easily you write of changing seasons, life grown from death. Circle of Life, you pontificate during Sunday service in wooded cathedral where summer genuflects, jewel weed and wild grapes stand at the Crossing. Everything is flowing, God whispers. How foolish are you to resist?   Words and Photo: ©2015, Jen Payne


The preacher has left his pulpit and I, on bended knees, wipe sweat from brow, close eyes against the plague, and pray for September salvation. Words & Photo ©2015, Jen Payne

At Season’s Slow Change

No matter how long the winter, spring is sure to follow. — Proverb Putting things in perspective. The trailhead to a 40+-acre preserve that includes a 19th century quarry, and old trolley railway, a tide gate, and boardwalk. Crossing a wide expanse of salt marsh. Human tracks and ski tracks criss cross those of unseen foraging spirits. Views of the Thimble […]

Hope Bears Fruit in Winter

On the first snow after we met, we whispered: a walk in the woods listening to snow fall quiet nights by the fire Three sacred wishes for a future “us” now come true again and again this long, fertile winter. Words ©2015, Jen Payne Image: Jays on Berry Tree, Ohara Koson