This is not Palo Santo…

This is not Palo Santo…

This is not Palo Santo. Nothing against that beautiful herb, but it doesn’t live here, and I realize I don’t even know what it looks like! A quick google search turns up almost exclusively pics of sticks for sale. So here’s the thing: we burn palo...
Voice of the Earth

Voice of the Earth

And still there are places where the pika squeak and thrive, where cold-loving evergreens reach toward the sky, where wild mountain waters run under stone through creases in alpine meadows… . . . …But even those pikas are threatened, so many of the trees have been lost to beetle-kill and other blight, and the waters are low, the snows shallow…

Moon Neighbor

Moon Neighbor

I peeked outside my window to see a nearby porch light on. It brought me a moment of comfort and joy (as any good neighbor does), until I realized, “I’m out in the middle of nowhere with nothing but stars and silence!” And then I saw: the moon,...
Wintry Musings…

Wintry Musings…

Dear friends ~ I write you in the midst of wild times on Earth, in hopes that you and your loved ones are happy and well in this midwinter time… I’ve been struck so deeply as of late with our human plight, and the plight of the planet, that I’ve been...
Why #fromthewild?

Why #fromthewild?

Why #fromthewild? Why not #intothewild? Well because although I do go into the natural world for remembrance of this fact, the truth is that I am of this stuff just as much as any sinewy creature, any legged or leggy growing thing, anything that grasps or gasps for...
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