Touching the Wild
“The word wild is like a gray fox trotting off through the forest, ducking behind bushes, going in and out …
Category Archives: Writing
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 …
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. …
Walking Among Flowers
Out of the dark blue sea rose a lush-green mountain ribboned with cascading waterfalls.This was what we saw after 29 …
Night Howls
Last month around this time when the moon was full, our nights were filled with howling. Almost every night we …
“Redwood Speech, Watershed Prayers”
The following essay by Francis Weller captures so much of what I feel about nature, the natural habitat in which …
Swimming Among the Stars
Last night I swam among the stars. The air and water temperatures were both 78 degrees, so it felt like I …
The Wildness of Water
Now that the weather has warmed and heated our pool, Dale and I go swimming every afternoon. It’s not just …
