Philip Gardner
Bio
I'm a writer, a poet, a facilitator, a gardener and an ecologist. I like the see the connections between all things, and love to draw in all that has been marginalized in our world; to remember that they too need love.
Stories (13/0)
The Flower in the Wound
There are three roads in life, according to some of the old traditions! Three ancient colors mark the way: The red road is one of blood, iron and fire. It is the way of a warrior, refining the edges of our being, bringing us close to anger and passion, so we may learn how to flow alongside those energies and guide them into creative pursuits, as we find commonality and camaraderie with brothers and sisters and discover that the blood and waters which flow in our body, flows in them too.
By Philip Gardner9 months ago in Humans
Journey of a Raindrop
I feel the ripples of this ocean, spreading to horizon and beyond as Sun’s rays touch my surface. A great trembling occurs and I am torn from my kin as I rise above what was my home. Cold air carries me, racing over sea and desert until I am dropped by the nebulous form I had grown into. Soil and stone loom ever closer until I hit land and shatter, sinking below ground, where I reform and flow, springing forth from ground and now flowing down mountain and through valley, emerging, once more, into the great ocean where I belong.
By Philip Gardner11 months ago in Fiction
Night of the Snowstorm
Tiny snowflakes drifted down quietly from the sky that evening. The man standing there, watching them, had been warned of blizzards that night, but this gentle snowfall seemed tame compared with what he had been imagining. Sam had just arrived to this land, travelling more than 4,000 miles to the west from his old home on another continent.
By Philip Gardner2 years ago in Fiction
Dragons Within
There weren't always dragons in the valley. It was once a peaceful, pristine landscape of forest and meadow, old growth trees and wildflowers, leading down to the crystal-clear waters of the River Arneth, which meandered, lazily between the mountain ridges either side of Caronvale.
By Philip Gardner2 years ago in Fiction