Folk Wisdom... Folk Arts... and words that want to be shared

By Penny Reed

Delayed by the pandemic, the pending nuptials had been gestating for years. A simple ceremony had evolved into a three-day celebration of love, food, and music. The community sprang forth and gathered to make preparations. The land was a flurry of activity, and transformation was...

By Penny Reed

As I prepare for my walk, I notice my body's exhaustion. It has been a busy summer filled with family gatherings, adventures by the ocean, immersive spiritual retreats, household renovations, music concerts, and a marvellous wedding festival. The frenetic summer energy helped me...

By Penny Reed

All day, I noticed the pull from the forest. Its sweet smells and hidden mysteries haunting my thoughts and tugging on my soul.

I committed to listening no matter what the day would bring forward. As I was preparing to leave, my drum called out to come along. I gathered them up...

By Penny Reed

I have been trying to determine the best time to walk in the woods for weeks. I’ve tried multiple times, from early morning to late afternoon.

So far, I have discovered no difference in mosquito activity.

I'm unsure if it's a sign of aging or an actual increase in local...

By Penny Reed

The meadow greeted me in all its fullness.

Sounds of busy insects, sweet earthy smells, and rich shades of green in the grasses, wildflowers and small shrubs frolicked through my senses. The joyful blossoms of daisies, tickseed and vipers bugloss decorated the landscape in a...

by Penny Reed

Whispers from the other ways called to my feet.

I found myself parked on the side of a busy road eyeing a small but well-worn path that led into the woods. The path was narrow, branches and leaves touched my skin as I moved curiously forward. I started looking for a spot that would...