Water Song

“When I grew up, we were taught to ask permission of the water, just to begin a relationship with it. We were not to run up to a river, a lake, or a stream, but were told to always approach water in a quiet way, to be respectful, and honor it.”

essay, memoir, EarthJenny WonderlingJanuary 28, 201613 indigenous grandmothers, water song, Indigenous Wisdom, earth, peace, wisdom, elders, International councilComment

4am with Leonard

I found some lost poetry while making banana bread at 4am with Leonard Cohen.

Love, memoirJenny WonderlingJanuary 13, 2016banana bread, homemade, poetic, Leonard cohen, poetry, morningComment

A Chicken Tale

“Well, he said he wanted a bounty,” my grandma once said in her nasal, Long Island drawl. “So, yeah, I ordered ninety-eight chickens.”