Prelude. “He comes to you and you are a white door full of bright light to be stepped through, open to him always, and illuminated. With him, you glow, shimmer and shine before your eyes through the dark and the breathing.” 11/25/08…
Today, when all the world is deep frozen and drifting, but bright, I sit, the fire at my back, and try to heal. Outside is arctic, a polar vortex of frostbiting winds colder than Siberia, than the south pole, colder even than…
So, sometimes I’m rosy and reductive and carefully edit the mood of my posts to try to keep the blog positive and upbeat. No sense dwelling on the ugly bits, right? But those not-so-pretty-parts are real, and just as big a part…
Ja Schindler, and many billion endomycorrhizae. Last weekend I was lucky enough to attend the second day of a two-day bioremediation workshop, organized by Nance Klehm and hosted by my buddy Bea. It was team-taught by Leila Darwich, on tour promoting her…
“I would like to learn, or remember, how to live. I come to Hollins Pond not so much to learn how to live as, frankly, to forget about it. That is, I don’t think I can learn from a wild animal…