Touching the Wild
“The word wild is like a gray fox trotting off through the forest, ducking behind bushes, going in and out …
“The word wild is like a gray fox trotting off through the forest, ducking behind bushes, going in and out …
Last month around this time when the moon was full, our nights were filled with howling. Almost every night we …
The following essay by Francis Weller captures so much of what I feel about nature, the natural habitat in which …
Now that the weather has warmed and heated our pool, Dale and I go swimming every afternoon. It’s not just …
I created this blog to explore what it means to be living on the edge of the wild. We all …