Song of the Seasons: A Meditation on Cycles, Story, and Humility
“The song of the seasons is always beckoning to us, inviting us to respond.” So begins Song of the Seasons: A Meditation on Cycles, Story, and Humility, a rumination on remembrance, presence, and belonging, on learning to attune and attend, on living again with the Earth as an embodied experience. I’ve read this front-pocket-sized volume twice now, first in June and again in September, and have sat with its words for the past month, not because I found them impenetrable but because they feel like a reflection of my own journey, and how does one write a review of that? Understanding that journey is at once elusive and undeniable. I can’t explain its genesis, but I can speak to its power: it brought poetry back into my life after 25 years, returning something I’d left behind and cultivating it into an ongoing practice. I went into the prairie six years ago seeking nothing, and because I sought nothing, I got everything in return. I didn’t have the language for it then, but I was developing a practice of sustained attention, one rooted in listening, offering, humility, and prayer. Song of the Seasons is an invitation, indispensable and invaluable, to find a deeper connection with the Earth and, in the process, a deeper connection to ourselves—and each other.
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