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
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
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,...