Kathryn Winograd, author of Slow Arrow: Unearthing the Frail Children, reports that "Wells beautifully melds the secular and the non-secular, the divine and the human, as she explores what tethers and frees the questing heart."
The heron keeps its perch nearly every morning on a limb in Wolf Creek. The drive is long and mundane, the daily tragedies and griefs mercifully interrupted by sacred moments where nature intercedes on our behalf to remind us of what is holy and what merely passes away.
The poems in Between the Heron and the Moss strive to capture these glimpses, to magnify the Spirit's incarnation in the natural world in contrast with the losses we all suffer. There is growth to be gained through suffering and beauty to be made out of ashes. The Spirit moves between and within the heron and the moss.
Travel into the wilderness of memory, violence, aging, motherhood, lament, and loss and find among the moss the fruits of celebration, comfort, joy, love, and peace.
