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Deborah J. Brasket, Author

~ Writing on the Edge of the Wild

Deborah J. Brasket, Author

Category Archives: Nature

A Frosty, Sunlit Morning Walk

January 7, 2013

Yesterday when I woke the frost was so heavy on the grassy meadow behind our house it looked like a …

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O Holy Night – The Sacred and Sublime in Art & Images

December 22, 2012

I’ve gathered some images, sacred and sublime, to scroll through as you listen to Charlotte Church sing “O Holy Night“, …

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Endless Emerging Forms – Photos of Fog and Mist

December 12, 2012

I’ve long been drawn to photos of fog and mist.  Part of it is the feel for the ephemeral and …

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“A Scattering of Rocks” — Zen in the Garden of Eden

December 4, 2012

Sometimes there’s no other way to capture a moment–a way of seeing or being in the world–than through poetry. So …

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The Deer’s Scream, My Mother’s Eyes, and a Ripe Strawberry

November 8, 2012

The deer fleeing for its life turns to look at me with my mother’s eyes.  Dark fierce eyes, bitter-bright, locking …

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A Deer’s Scream – Beauty and Brutality at Home and in the Hills of Vietnam

October 30, 2012

The most horrifying sound I’ve ever heard came one night soon after we moved here.  A scream of pure terror …

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Touching the Wild

October 15, 2012

“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

October 9, 2012

My granddaughter was born a few days ago and my heart fell apart. There’s something so  breathtakingly tender, and heartbreakingly sweet, …

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Riffing on Roses

September 24, 2012

Lately I’ve been playing with roses, photographing them at different stages in bloom, at different times of day, against varied backgrounds, just …

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Hot Hills in Summer Heat

September 17, 2012

“I watch them every summer, the hot hills crouched like a lion beside the road. I see the strength—tawny skin …

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After sailing around the world in a small boat for six years, I came to appreciate how tiny and insignificant we humans appear in our natural and untamed surroundings, living always on the edge of the wild, into which we are embedded even while being that thing which sets us apart. Now living again on the edge of the wild in a home that borders a nature preserve, I am re-exploring what it means to be human in a more than human world.

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