Listening to the plants

In the garden, listening to the plants

Lemon Verbena

slightly bitter, sharp, a warm cup of tea

Remembering Findhorn

Talking to the plants, in my mind.

 

Not out loud. The better to hear what the plants are saying — they can’t speak out loud either. But they speak…

I picked the last rose on the bush outside the gate this morning for my sweetie’s tea tray

She likes flowers. I thought there might be some left out there. There was. Only one. And she called me. I slipped on the frosty ground, landed softly on my side, on my way to pick her.

Bamboo tea tray with a bowl of agave, a wild rose in Sefla's homemade vase, a white mini-pitcher of milk, and a wooden honey stirrer in a Japanese fish bowl

Morning Rose

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About

Fred is a Teaching Artist, an arts integration advocate & a social justice activist. He is near completing a two-month Residency as String Game Performance Teacher at Calabasas Elementary School in Watsonville, CA, and performed at the 2015 Santa Cruz Storytelling Festival. He also serves as Teacher Consultant for Professional Development with UCSC's Central California Writing Project and as their Technology Liaison to the National Writing Project. He is a Connected Learning Facilitator and coordinates Face To Face Drop Ins on Connected Learning biweekly at Arts Council Santa Cruz County. He teaches self-directed & connected learning via real-world projects & string games through his Original Digital Project, an Associate of the Arts Council.

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