EarthWays LLC

01/02/2023

Earthways sends you blessings on this New Years Day, 2023. In this time of reflection and intentions...may you connect with the soul of wild nature to guide and support you on your path.

11/28/2022

Our dear wilderness guide colleague, Deborah Greene Jacobi, flew away from this life on November 18, 2022. We will love and miss her forever! An earth based, walking meditation, council memorial to be planned in the Spring 2023.

11/24/2022

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Younger rites of passage guides show us a way to embrace the truth of this catastrophic time without falling into despair at the 2022 International Guides Co...

10/18/2022

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09/19/2022

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Ana Egge's original song Rock Me (Divine Mother) to be released on her upcoming album Bright Shadow. Ana sings and plays guitar and Yep Roc Recording artist...

07/31/2022

Faith
And when there is fear,
then let us be flowers
unashamed of our blooming,
and let us be rivers undammed.
And when there is loss,
then let us be leaves that surrender to death
and give even more in life.
And when there is ache,
let’s unfold like dawn in layers
and layers of ripening pink,
let’s be bells
that ring only love.
And when there is sorrow,
let us be dark wings
that gather the light,
and let us be the light.
~Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer

07/06/2022

DAVID OATES
Surprise comes slowly to a redwood.
So slowly we might think it remorse
or grief or the color brown or
the feeling of that which has not been done.

Not dropped cones. Not made them.
Not stood gathering in the rains. Not sprung in fresh green.
Not morninged in the way of mornings,
something from the sun, something from the sea,

mist that is the halo of the great
for mouths on needles like tiny ohs
breathing coolness and damp, speaking
the small words that are alive.

Sweet and dark are the roots of another
and another and another. Large,
laden with time. Comforting. Promising
remembrance yet to come.

Surprise comes slowly to a redwood.
So slowly it may never arrive, only
the empty place in the treeline, the green crown
no longer nodding under the turning of stars,

the forest slowly forgetting itself
in generations faster and hotter,
firs and hemlocks and even pines beautiful, yes
comely. Inevitable. But surprising, nonetheless.

06/19/2022

If you can support Audubon Canyon Ranch, please do!

At Cypress Grove Research Center, located at the edge of Tomales Bay, wildlife are known to utilize this boardwalk to walk through the marsh. 😊 We steward this land and all of our preserves to benefit native plants and animals, like this adorable coyote pup, who will grow to be an important top carnivore on the landscape.

📸 by Nils Warnock

Young coyote pup on wooden boardwalk. Green plants grow along the sides and in between planks of the boardwalk. The coyote has grey, light brown, reddish, white, and dark brown fur.

06/08/2022

Step out on mossy water’s-edge rock,
let the river’s rush take you
beyond yourself.
When you’re ready, kneel,
and select a secret
from the heavy chandelier
inside your chest.
Whisper it to the water.
She will carry it in her molecules
around the bend, out of sight.

Your secret will
steam from tea sipped in Vietnam,
slide down an antelope’s throat
trickle from a glacier in Greenland,
hurl from cumulonimbus clouds
onto cobbled streets in Belgium,
trill through secret underground paths,
rise up a redwood’s trunk,

turn into a silver helix
twisting from your bathroom faucet,
translucent, transformed,
washing over you.
~Laura Grace Weldon

06/04/2022

When a ray of wonder pierces your sadness, that's... Radical Joy Revealed Strange, Extravagant, Absurd, Mad Gifts June 1, 2022  Hermanus, South Africa. Photo by Beatrice Pook Moscow, Pennsylvania Pho

05/30/2022

To be held
by the light
was what I wanted,
to be a tree drinking the rain,
no longer parched in this hot land.
To be roots in a tunnel growing
but also to be sheltering the inborn leaves
and the green slide of mineral
down the immense distances
into infinite comfort
and the land here, only clay,
still contains and consumes
the thirsty need
the way a tree always shelters the unborn life
waiting for the healing
after the storm
which has been our life.
~Linda Hogan