Carey, Ken

Ken Carey has conducted workshops on education and the environment for many years.

Perhaps long ago people responded to the spring as naturally as any sun-warmed seed. It may be that some still do. Flat Rock Journal, 1994.

One by one the morning stars fade, and the Milky Way recedes, melting into the silent beauty of the dawn. The whip-poor-wills become tumultuous during this hour. I hear them off in the forest - dozens by the sound - but not so near as to drown out the surrounding martin-robin-meadowlark serenade. This is the hour of singing. Ibid.

A tick ambling up my leg reminds me that I had best splash a little pennyroyal oil about my ankles. I don't know why more people don't use it. Ibid.

Thunder and lightning come simultaneously now, and with each blinding flash, bizarre snapshots imprint upon my mind, each one showing, revealing such a different world. Ibid.

We come here, all of us, seeking a balance between energy and form, spirit and matter, between this sunlight and this clay. Ibid