Writing poetry in the woods, sauntering steeply and silently, a little yoga and a hot fire. Good boots required. Wildly Still Retreat: Sunday December 8th in Fremont County, Iowa. Contact Jack at email@example.com to find out more.
Autumn Trims Her Tatters
(Becoming a Naturalist, Part 45) by Jack Phillips
Instead of being helpful to my consorting naturalist as she worked an inventory of urban spaces bursting forth in primal wildnesses (native fertilities latent not lost) I distracted her with a poem about knowing not-knowing and not knowing not-knowing and finding self-losing and to humor me she took a photo of the page but still I fell in lost and wandered myself between lines and in that moment proved the worth of Te Ching on a coffee break.
My book makes the claim that the Cosmos becomes self-awakened in poetry and that must be some heck of a poem (but okay fine Lao Tzu) so I read that same poem to my friends this morning after a bit of yoga in the woods and being the season of wander (daylight fair and footfall crunchy) we happen upon basking snakes and follow woodpeckers pounding make our way to grandmother oak in the gray-soft brown woods with coral-berries and raspberry canes.
The Cosmos awake or not I do not know but the breath that draws words across the page and twitters against the blue and chitters in thickets and bubble-up springs (crusty edges tuning-up ice harps) and dry cottonwood sighs and ancient poets writing in short phrases this day writes long lines weaves long walks on gentle rises (some steep) and commas and stops can get in the way as November makes a grammar of tumble and flow a prose-poem:
When autumn lately trims her tatters songbirds tug her loosened frays dream-frogs wear a muddy slip sleeping hickories butter the sky oaks blush in russets narrow days soften winter pokes a finger in the eye of the Cosmos closes a little fattening darkness lays the weight of ebony against the paling sky sun enough for faces and land enough for longing desires slide easy on earthen curves and foxes grow ghostly egos efface longer dawns open to hazel days and passions expand to gather more light.
Photos by Emily Hergenrader.
Days of contemplative Saunters, poetry, deep silence, mindful meditation, and quiet conversation in the rugged woods and by a warming fire.
November 10th and December 8th in Iowa’s southern Loess Hills. Presented by the TNS faculty. For more information, agenda, and to register, contact Jack Phillips at firstname.lastname@example.org.
(Photos by Robert Smith)
Wildly Still* A day of wild contemplation and mindful walking in the autumn-still woods of the Loess Hills.
This is an indoor and outdoor small-group retreat presented by TNS faculty. Participants should be prepared for outdoor activity beautifully rugged walking. Sunday, November 10th at Waubonsie State Park. Contact Jack Phillips at email@example.com for more information and to register. *Note: this retreat is intended for adult humans who desire a quiet day of connecting more deeply with nature and may not be suitable for children and dogs. (Loess Hills Saunter photo by Troy Soderberg.)
Friends, we have been busy.
We discover and grow wildness within and all around us throughout the year. In the past few months, The Naturalist School has:
- Conducted learning-based biological surveys of plants, birds, fungi, odonates, and other taxa for conservation easements and nature preserves in eastern Nebraska and Iowa’s Loess Hills.
- Sponsored a series of workshops for poets and artists in wild places.
- Collected locally-wild seed for our native tree-planting projects.
- Established an arboretum in Omaha’s Old Market with the Downtown Improvement District.
- Helped home-owners create backyard habitats for birds and pollinators.
- Taught local ecology and planted trees with elementary school students.
- Created a “shack simple” Sunday residency series for wild writers in winter.
- Initiated a Pawnee oak preservation project on a historic sacred site.
- Presented nature-writing workshops with University of Nebraska at Omaha Master of Fine Arts students.
- Banded owls along the Kickatuus River.
- Welcomed and included artists-in-residence from the Bemis Center for Contemporary Arts in our various activities.
- Invited people from all walks to join us for quiet and contemplative walks (“Saunters”) in the Loess Hills and on the bluffs along the Platte River.
- Partnered with Tallgrass Prairie Oak Savanna Fire Science Consortium/University of Wisconsin on workshops for land managers.
- Hosted a tree-planting day at North Omaha’s Prospect Hill Cemetery with The Union for Contemporary Arts.
- Donated and planted wild native trees in local nature preserves
- Partnered with an Omaha high school to plant bird and pollinator outdoor classroom.The Omaha Community Foundation has made it easier for our friends to join and support us. Help us discover and grow wildness in our communities and in our lives by making a donation here: https://www.omahagives.org/thenaturalistschool
But even more, come and join us in the bush!
Photo credits from top: Chelsea Balzer, Robert Smith, Max Soderberg.
October Saunter in Iowa’s Loess Hills. Photo by Robert Smith.
An October Saunter: after Oliver and Thoreau.
Sunday October 6th, 2019 at Waubonsie State Park, Fremont County, Iowa. A rugged and contemplative Saunter* (after the manner of Thoreau) with readings from Mary Oliver. Contact Jack Phillips at firstname.lastname@example.org. Please note: This Saunter is intended for adult humans and will not be appropriate for children or dogs.
*What is a Saunter? click here.
Becoming a Naturalist (Part 44), a short prose-poem by Jack Phillips
Now summer at most is slung behind her loom runs short on day length a bashful girl her feet in the water spins lines and loops in waxing she weaves in waning comes unspun. But what does she do when it splits down the autumn not egg nor toadlet a half-moon tadpole with legs?
Equinox two-faced laughs just this way and that night as fat as day the golden orb devouring her midnight web at dawn I will gather strings in my beard so let me go first on the trail. We will replace those sticky lines with verses tumbled and strung the stretch of our musings.
Equinox Waking the Wild: writing poetry, walking silently, and a little light yoga in the Loess Hills. Sunday morning September 29th at Waubonsie State Park. See details under the orb weaver below.
October Saunter: walking wildly after Oliver and Thoreau. Sunday morning October 6th at Waubonsie State Park. Contact Jack at email@example.com.
(September spun, photo by Robert Smith.)
Writing Poetry, Walking Silently, and a little light Yoga in the Loess Hills
Furrow orb weaver (Larinioides cornutus) contributed to our TNS gathering on September 15th. Photo by Robert Smith.
Sunday September 29th at Waubonsie State Park* in Fremont County, Iowa. Presenters: Genevieve Williams, Katie Sutko Twit, and Jack Phillips. No experience is required; only curiosity and the desire to grow closer to wild nature through creative writing and mindful attention. This workshop will be limited to a small group of wild seekers and nature lovers, so sign up soon!
Contact Jack for details, agenda, what to bring, and to register. Please note that rugged terrain can be expected and walking my be challenging.
*No entrance fee to the park is required for this workshop. This workshop is intended for adults and will not be suitable for children or dogs.
The first acorns of the season fatten and now is the time to hike, learn oaky science, and behold the rich fecundity of shorter days.
Acorn Science: Saturday, August 31st at Waubonsie State Park, Fremont County Iowa. Presented by Jack Phillips and sponsored by Golden Hills RC&D.
0830 – noon. Contact Jack Phillips at firstname.lastname@example.org to register.
Bur oak acorn, photo by Robert Smith.
When a film-maker asked to chase dragonflies it sounded like fun and that is what I would be doing anyway so we did and it was. Sloshing windy floodwaters an overcast day sluggish odonates makes, making difficult quarry a little less so and so we did and indeed they were.
Every day we find our wildest selves released in creativity freed. A naturalist is an artist on foot and these beautiful wilds a poem ever becoming, “what would a better poet look like?” my friend asked me and it is a good summer for tree-frogs today.
Film-maker Emma Piper-Burket joined us for wild forays during her residency at Bemis Center for Contemporary Arts. Photos by Jack Phillips using Emma’s phone. 12-spotted skimmer by Robert Smith.
We welcomed 2019 Bemis artists-in-residence from The U.S., Canada, and Australia. We will miss our new and wild friends Richard Ibghy, Marilou Lemmens, Isadora Vaughan, Emma Piper-Burket, Raven Chacon, J.C. Todd, curator Sylvie Fortin, and Columbia University scholar Robert O’Meally. With good fortune we will find them wildly again! Visit Bemis Center for Contemporary Arts.
We meet Sunday mornings throughout the year, often on Saturdays and during the week as well. If learning nature face to face, walking thoughtfully in prairies and woodlands, doing wild art and deep ecology sounds good to you, contact me at email@example.com.
Sunday mornings, waking the wild, walking the soul.
What a good season for frogs, hot-humid and wet. Gray tree frog, Hyla sp. in Saunders County, Nebraska. Photo by Robert Smith
Contemplative walking, wild poetry, mindful moments, and deep ecology in rugged places. Contact Jack Phillips at firstname.lastname@example.org . Curiosity and good boots required. Long pants and bug spray.