Arroe Collins Forest Stories

Leafless trees that can't identify which direction the wind is coming from. The water in the nearby lake acts like ballerinas dancing in ways that keeps them from slamming into each other. The several layers of bird songs and one daffodil. God's way of saying spring is on the way.

Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation

Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation

Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation

Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation

When the presence of your family continues to visit your sacred circle. How can you live so close to a large city and still hear the calling of the hawk? The hooting of the owls and a six-point buck?

A squirrel is driving Jazzie my Pointer crazy. Jazzie wants none of it. But why? She has her reasons and it's to offer the playful squirrel a clearer picture of what it's like to live this close to the humane lifestyle.

Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation

The leaves have fallen. I hear human voices coming from all paths. I never want to assume you're talking to me. The art of tuning out voices has become my strength especially when it comes to tuning out my voice. What I love is listening to a tree speak. To know what they've tucked away inside their rings. Trees speak with all living things above and below the ground.

Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation

Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation

A torrential Southern downpour totally wiped out my sacred circle. All that's left are the scars on the forest floor. Studying our own scars, have we learned from them? Are they part of our continuous story?

Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation

Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation

A very cold winter's day in Carolina played with my imagination and continuation to learn how to survive like an animal. No matter what, their stories grow beyond such things like cold. Learning how to become stronger through animal studies.

Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation

A powerful winter rain storm has destroyed my sacred circle, place of prayer and meditation. I can't be sad. It's nature!

Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation

Two space companies want to make it possible to spread human ashes on the surface of the moon. How will it change the way we embrace such a work of art in the sky?

Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation

Naked are the trees. No leaves. It plays with the mind. Kind of makes you wonder what they see in us. I may pay the taxes for this unbelievable forest, but I've never seen it as mine. I'm only a bystander. One day I'd love to be as free as the six point buck standing in front of me eating what I truly can't see.

Christmas Day. Strolling through the forest. The deer are amazingly playful. As if to be laughing at our Christmas jammies. Learning how to be present is a valuable tool during our personal experiences and outreach. Getting there isn't always an easy decision.

Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation

I've lived in this forest for over 32 years. None of it's history was shared before that first step. Maybe it wasn't important to those moving in. I'm the odd ball that's chosen to not let that happen anymore. Breadcrumbs lead up to the source of the story. Collect yours then share them to get the story of where you live into the hearts of those who don't know the story.

Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation