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Creativity Nature

Considering Sue Holloway

For more than 20 years, I have hiked at a nature preserve here in my town. Its criss-crossing trails allow for easy walks around a pond and through the forest, and its 800 acres of open space provide for quiet contemplation, easy escape, and frequent inspiration.

This was the place that inspired my very early nature writing which became my first book Look Up! Musing on the Nature of Mindfulness. And it sparked a re-connection with being out in nature, and a feeling of companionship with it and its creatures that has fed my writing ever since.

It’s fed my spirit, too. It’s where I meditate, where I talk to god. On peaceful, early morning walks, I often find myself in quiet conversation with kindred spirits like Henry David Thoreau, Mary Oliver, and Emily Dickinson.

On a recent walk, I found myself thinking about Sue Holloway. Sue was a woman of the woods and a poet, too. She loved swans and butterflies. And she spent countless hours along the trails at the same nature preserve.

Sue was an adjunct professor in Ecofeminist Writing at Southern Connecticut State University in New Haven, Connecticut. She was a member of the Swan Society and the Orion Grassroots Network.

Sue wrote a “Back to Earth” column for four Connecticut newspapers, and a “Woman with Spirit” column for Woman Magazine. Her editorials, photo features, articles, and poetry appeared in numerous publications, newspapers, and anthologies including Heart Beat of New England: An Anthology of Contemporary Nature Poetry. Sue published several books as well: A Community of Young Poets, Artemis’ Arrow, and Swan in the Grail.

Her writing, as noted by one online biography, “traced themes of human intimacy and subjectivity with the rest of creation. Her intent was to promote affiliation, compassion, tolerance, and peace among people and among humans and creatures.”

Thomas Berry, the renowned visionary thinker who explored humanity’s relationship to the earth and the universe, said of Sue: “It’s such a joy to come across someone who understands…The creatures in the surrounding world are all gracious companions on our great journey.”

She understood that deeply, as shown not only in her teaching and her writing, but in her actions, as well.

When a local conservation group organized a controlled burn of a meadow to thwart invasive weeds, despite the presence of animals, birds, and insects, Sue passionately resigned from its board, terminated her membership, and never looked back.

I was considering Sue Holloway and her enthusiastic stance recently, as I drove into the preserve I have considered sacred space all these years. There, along a pristine arc of the pond, a new gravel path had been bulldozed into place. A quarter mile of stone and boulder stanchions in the shadowy overlook where turtles once laid eggs and herons would land to rest.

As I walked the familiar paths that morning — the words of a scathing protest letter forming in my mind, ideas for a clandestine remediation — I thought about Sue and what she might think about the new walkway. I wondered what she should think about all of the changes in this special place where we both found solace.

What would she think of the increase in visitors who leave behind trash and bags full of dog poop, who hang Christmas decorations in the woods and tuck painted rocks into nooks and crannies, who toss food waste and rotting piles of birdseed along the trail?

What would she think of the infrastructure needed to support the increase in traffic — the fabricated bridges in place of stepping stones and corduroy roads, the bulldozed woods road now 10 feet wide, the loose gravel tossed liberally atop muddy patches, the multitude of trail blazes hammered deep into bark?

How would she feel walking the trails forever changed by the microburst that destroyed the forest canopy, the rocky arid paths, the increase of invasive plants?  The stark evidence of climate change, the insects and tree diseases?

As I walked, I wondered what protest could be loud enough for all of that? What words, what actions, what effort could ever, ever turn the tide?

“I urge each reader to make an informed choice about the destiny of these creatures, for it also defines ourselves.” — Sue Holloway

“In everything do to others as you would have them do to you; for this is the law and the prophets.” — Matthew 7:12 (NOAB)

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Sue Holloway’s book Swan in the Grail can be borrowed from the Blackstone Memorial Library in Branford and found online to purchase. Many of her photographs can be found on the website All Creatures. Here are links to some of her articles:

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Essay and photo ©2025, Jen Payne

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Creativity Poetry

30-Love Underfoot

Heart-shaped rocks
underfoot
all around
on the grassy path
and sand dune
from here to the shore
and at the water’s edge

(dare I say even in the palm of the Garçon
at the pâtisserie
whose smile needed no translation)

Hearts!

There was a time I would have
come home with enough
heart-shaped rocks
to border a banister,
fill a bowl and basket,
lined them up to show
the Garçon
in the morning
with coffee and croissants

but I am content now to find
moon stones instead
translucent
round and easy
love in the stars,
the sky, the universe
enough


Photo and Poem ©2025 Jen Payne. NaPoWriMo, National Poetry Writing Month. If you like this poem, you can read similar in my books and zines, available from Three Chairs Publishing on my ETSY SHOP. They come autographed, with gratitude and a small gift.

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Creativity Poetry

29-Possibility

In a persistent
effort
to weave a web
the spider
imperceptible
casts her
silver filaments
from the uppermost
spire of a
wintered
beach plum
one thin
budded branch
from which
a hundred casts
arc and fall
arc and fall
her small labors
shimmering
in afternoon light
prayers of
possibility
glittering


Photo by Matt Hardy. Poem ©2025 Jen Payne. NaPoWriMo, National Poetry Writing Month. If you like this poem, you can read similar in my books and zines, available from Three Chairs Publishing on my ETSY SHOP. They come autographed, with gratitude and a small gift.

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Creativity Poetry

28-The View from Here

There is a slice
of ocean
outside
my window
and in it
the world
from a view
just above
a confluence
of birdsong
and whalesong
the mechanics
of the day
juxtaposed to
sweet, sweet
silence.


Photo by Matt Hardy. Poem ©2025 Jen Payne. NaPoWriMo, National Poetry Writing Month. If you like this poem, you can read similar in my books and zines, available from Three Chairs Publishing on my ETSY SHOP. They come autographed, with gratitude and a small gift.

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Creativity

It’s Time to Sing

I was going to tell you the story of a flag. One of those disgusting political flags. Those in-your-face, middle-finger-to-the-constitution flags you see around town, you know?

I even drove back around the block to take a picture of it, because what I thought I would be writing about here is how the flag is falling. How one wind storm twisted its staff and half-toppled its cement base. How its flaccid affect can be seen from a quarter mile in either direction. How wide that made me smile.

But then I went for a walk. On this glorious, blustery Winnie-the-Pooh kind of day. I was enchanted by the blue sky and the crisp cold air. I was pushed along by the wind, and even laughed out loud a few times.

It was like the wind blew all of that angsty stuff right out of me. Replaced it with Joy!

And as if to underscore the moment, there was wide and wild wind that roared through the forest, and I watched as these hundreds-of-years old pine trees swayed in the wind. SANG in the wind.

Their roots were deep enough. Their community was supportive enough. And they were strong enough.

They didn’t twist or bend or fall. They resisted. And they sang!

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Creativity

Have you seen Manifest (zine) #16?

“You Are Here” is the reassuring little icon on a trail map that gives you your bearings, lets you know, in the grand scheme of things Where.  You.  Are. It’s often the first thing you see when you start out on an adventure somewhere. These days, with things so frighteningly askew, it’s good to have a sense of where you are in that grand scheme.  And there is nothing better to make you feel a little more grounded, a little more connected to the bigger picture, than a walk in the woods!

Join me for a  walk at one of my favorite places to unwind, regroup, and find inspiration.

INGREDIENTS: collage, color scans, digital art, ephemera, essays, original photographs, poetry, quotes, vintage artwork. With thanks to GIS Specialist Nicole Castro, Erwin Raisz, Ted Andrews, Hans Christian Anderson; Joseph Smith, William Curtis and the Royal Botanic Gardens, Jamie Sams and David Carson, Henry David Thoreau.

Full Color 11×17 folded map with way too many inserts and a curated video playlist. Cost: $8.00.


You can pay through PayPal using a PayPal account or any standard credit card. If you prefer the old school approach, please send your check, made payable to Jen Payne, P.O. Box 453, Branford, CT 06405.


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Zine

NOW ON SALE! Manifest (zine) #16: You Are Here

“You Are Here” is the reassuring little icon on a trail map that gives you your bearings, lets you know, in the grand scheme of things Where.  You.  Are. It’s often the first thing you see when you start out on an adventure somewhere. These days, with things so frighteningly askew, it’s good to have a sense of where you are in that grand scheme.  And there is nothing better to make you feel a little more grounded, a little more connected to the bigger picture, than a walk in the woods!

Join me for a  walk at one of my favorite places to unwind, regroup, and find inspiration.

INGREDIENTS: collage, color scans, digital art, ephemera, essays, original photographs, poetry, quotes, vintage artwork. With thanks to GIS Specialist Nicole Castro, Erwin Raisz, Ted Andrews, Hans Christian Anderson; Joseph Smith, William Curtis and the Royal Botanic Gardens, Jamie Sams and David Carson, Henry David Thoreau.

Full Color 11×17 folded map with way too many inserts and a curated video playlist. Cost: $8.00.


You can pay through PayPal using a PayPal account or any standard credit card. If you prefer the old school approach, please send your check, made payable to Jen Payne, P.O. Box 453, Branford, CT 06405.


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Creativity

Chaos Theory

A woman takes a knee by the side of the road thinks: “Surely the Mourning Cloak I spied this morning is mourning. Having surveyed our condition from its higher vantage point, it must wonder, as I do, if the storm that fell so many trees, that destroyed this holy place, did so on purpose. Barring us from passage. Asking us who we think we are, as Frost wrote, insisting always on our own way so. Our own way. God help us. Who DO we think we are…littering these open spaces with our trash, leaving our detritus and dog shit behind? Dragging our noisy selves and our machineries along paths as if we have some lofty right? Infesting the woods with our toxic nature, our assumed religions, our fabricated joy? Infesting the world with our opinions, our politics, our petty, pathetic proclivities? Insisting on our own way and ever ignorant of the ripple effect, the consequences?”

A woman takes a knee by the side of the road —  butterfly, startled, flies away, a world away a world dies — and we think she is praying.