i walked into a dappled wood
my troubles shed behind me
tatters on the soft path
the air was crisp and cool
the stones wet and shiny
little dog pranced ahead
i walked into a dappled wood
and found complete understanding
among the leaves and vines
when i returned renewed
i donned the garment lightly
to carry on and so forth
Susan Feathers 
Lovely. Sensitive. Susan.
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Thank you Susan for these beautiful images in words and in art. You remind me of what really matters.
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Thanks Barbara. I am very interested in the Ecology of Childhood. There is a similar title written by Gary Nabhan and Steven Trimble. A beautiful book about the children in indigenous communities. Another author who writes about the topic is David Sobel (Mapping with Children). When you publish something let me know. Would love to read it. Tell Woody I said hi!
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