Essays

Nature journaling with my feet in the river, almost out of water but still singing, still cool, still alive. Wonder is nature journaling too, standing on the flat dry rocks where the river used to be and will be again.   Nature journaling usually involves drawing but today I am content with words. How do…

The sun has been giving me clues. The sun is the primal religion. I have got to start worshipping the Sun.

If get tired of the city, come to the river. There is wisdom here older than anything you can imagine, and deeper than any words. 

It’s negative eight degrees outside my window. Inside my window a handful of houseplants lean toward the light, despite the frigid temperatures on the other side of the glass. There are oak trees growing in the houseplants, oak trees almost six inches tall, sprouted from acorns buried by squirrels last summer when the houseplants were…

In the beginning was a garden. Whether we consult religious myths or natural sciences, we can trace the roots of our species to complex ecosystems of biological life pouring forth in generative relationships within the web of existence. Humans, like all other life-forms, once participated in these ecosystems according to the constraints of their environments;…