We are enamored with the quest for unconditionally reciprocated love. The idea of some measure of affection given back for what is doled out. The barter--bits of affection for pieces of adoration. It is--I think--what we all need. We crave the meadowlark's ringing song; desire the greening of spring from our sun-starved souls down to our bare-toed roots. We seek the winding path and wander until we find the sweet spots--blackwater cypress swamp, tallgrass prairie sweep; the place where moonlight glancing off of tide-slicked stones made you weep. We look for measures of love and some forest-dwelling thrush heaps it on us in self-harmonizing sonata. Marvel at the migratory sojourns of birds. Revel in the blooming expanses of wildflowers. Sink your heart deep into the rhythm of buzzing bees. Find hope in the re-leafed canopies of the tallest trees. Wind and water; storm and surf-they can move us to other ends. Therein is the turn on. The honey sweet seduction. Nature asks only that we notice-- a sunrise here--a sunset there. The surge--that overwhelming inexplicable thing in a swallow's joyous flight or the dawning of new light that melds heart and head into sensual soul in that moment of truly seeing --that is love.
Hello. I am a 23 yr old black birder/citizen scientist, and I commend any black person who encourages people black or white to appreciate and save the environment and it's inhabitants. Thank you for all you _tiffany.
ReplyDeleteI am truly inspired as a black woman who is a birder and citizen scientist to get more black people interested in ornithology and wildlife conservation. thanks for your article and poetry
ReplyDeleteI just read your article in the Clemson world Spring 2015. It was so well written and said so well what I wish I could say. I wish I could grant you pop star status so everyone would see you and hear your words. You are my newest hero. Thanks for existing.
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