Touching the Wild
“The word wild is like a gray fox trotting off through the forest, ducking behind bushes, going in and out …
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Birthing and Rebirthing
My granddaughter was born a few days ago and my heart fell apart. There’s something so breathtakingly tender, and heartbreakingly sweet, …
Sunday Morning: All is a miracle…
Both the photo and the quotation are too beautiful not to share on this beautiful Sunday morning, with my brand new …
The Arts in Healing
This summer my brother took me on an art tour of the Mayo Clinic in Minnesota and I captured a …
Riffing on Roses
Lately I’ve been playing with roses, photographing them at different stages in bloom, at different times of day, against varied backgrounds, just …
Hot Hills in Summer Heat
“I watch them every summer, the hot hills crouched like a lion beside the road. I see the strength—tawny skin …
When Women Were Birds & Murmurations
I wanted to share this, a beautifully written post about women and writing and a review of Terry Tempest Williams’ book …
Bee Karma
Last year the oak trees behind our pool were alive with buzzing bees. Always, at any time of day or …
Wild Poet Talking Nerdy, Matthew Dickman
I stumbled across him by accident. One thing led to another and another, the way it often happens surfing the internet. …
Sea Saga, Part III – First Stop in Paradise, the Virgin Islands
“This is where it all begins,” Dale whispers to me we take off, rising through layers of clouds thick as …
