The headlights illuminated a doe, heavy with her unborn baby; her white tail a flag as she bounded into the woods from the driveway. So alive, so vital. At nearly that exact moment, ten miles away, the beautiful elk mother, heavy with her unborn baby, was struck by a car. As I drove into the …
I feel change coming. Big change. I feel the old ideas and ways fading, dissolving and something new coming; however, I don’t know what ideas will grow from seeds planted long ago. Being in a the threshold of change is challenging. The threshold is a place of transition where we leave one place and enter …
Do I kneel in the mud and allow tears of joy to merge with raindrops on the tender petals of the lady slipper? Do I sing hymns of praise for wildflowers? The thought arises to place my hands in the cool mud and paint my face in solidarity with Earth and all growing things. Maybe …
I walked on to the deck in the quiet, pre-dawn hour. Stars shone brilliant overhead and were mirrored in the surface of the Ocean. Nearby, humpback whales exhaled in the fading moonlight and the mist drifted toward me. The first week I spent anchored 90 miles from land, in the middle of humpback birthing waters, …
Not long ago I wrote an essay celebrating mayflies. (Read here). Last Saturday I took a very deep dive into the early lives of mayflies and other aquatic macroinvertebrates. Learning more about them was so mind-blowing, I’m still seeing images of hundreds of tiny…or not so tiny…creepy-looking critters that came out of our kick net …