I have a pair of earrings carved from the found antlers of a moose in Alaska. Thinking about these delicate pieces of jewelry inspired this poem. And, as always, it seems my thoughts turn back to community, and the need to carve out hope together. And that we all have the capability to do so.
From a living creature that followed its own internal signals for growth and change,
shedding an exquisite piece of itself, which someone else transformed into beauty of another sort.
Carve out hope like that:
Find the pieces of life and beauty hidden in the undergrowth
The entire poem is in PDF format.