The Quaking Poplar 🌳

I’ve been collecting words like breadcrumbs for thousands of miles. Wet, juicy words from mossy misty woods. Bone-dry, dusty words from the desert. Grief-filled, resistant words from ragged places. I try to sit long enough to catch whispers on the wind.

Enchanting words and art to inspire a deep and compassionate connection between your wild heart, and the wild world we are a part of.

Take a walk with me on a path to heal our relationship with the living planet that sustains us. This newsletter is intended to be a bastion of self-expression, self-empowering information on medicinal plants and unfiltered truth in an ocean of censorship

Inspiring human resilience in service of freedom.