Geoff's Mid-Summer Letter The rock strengthens me. The river rushing through me Cleanses Insists That I keep moving toward A distant...

Geoff's Early Summer Letter What Kind of Times Are These There's a place between two stands of trees where the grass grows uphill and the...

Geoff's Late Spring Letter “There is symbolic as well as actual beauty in the migration of the birds, the ebb and flow of the tides, the...

A Year-Long Healing Journey Into The Poetry of Nature In A Year of Poetic Medicine we will explore The Poetry of Nature guided by NanLeah...