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Listening for Words

Writing is a twisting trail through rough terrain, and I try to be open to the unexpected places the journey can take me. Truth revealed in words is often discovered in tucked away corners, a shifty thing that doesn’t unveil itself easily.”

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MPHS is MY School

This is not a story I ever thought I would have to write. One week ago, on Friday, October 24,2014, a fourteen year old boy asked his two male cousins … Continue reading

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Culture Shock

Since I’ve been home from Ireland, people have often asked me about “culture shock”. Nearly half a lifetime ago,  I wandered through remote parts of Mexico and Guatemala where everything from … Continue reading

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Finding Home Far Away

I reached into my pants pocket today and pulled out a small, hard chunk of earth  flecked with grass. The pants had just been washed but the pocket was still … Continue reading

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Drombeg – The First Stone

I’d never really thought of myself as the fairy sort, but there was no denying the little creatures of light that flitted in front of me. Gold and silver, all … Continue reading

October 28, 2014 · Leave a comment

Wild Surprises

I inherited my garden in the dead of winter from a tiny Italian lady who had been unable to care for it for a number of years before she sold … Continue reading

September 5, 2014 · 2 Comments

An Intimate Nature

Seeking out these moments of intimacy with the natural world on a small level, like a walk in an urban watershed park, or large, like an extended backcountry trip, are critical to my wellbeing.I need to be someplace where human sounds are not the primary thing I hear. The artificial colors and lightening of my day to day existence need to be replaced by the hues and shadows of the forest, the glow of starlight and the way soft rays of sunlight filter through fir boughs. I need to smell the warm spiciness of pitch, to feel the thick roughness of bark under my hand, to have birdcalls and moving water be the loudest sound in my ears. I need this because I am a part of it—something I forget when I get dressed in my technical fabric clothes and drive off in my fossil fuel consuming vehicle to work in my artificially lit and heated store selling gear for other people to play outside.

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Love Is All There Is.

[This] is what love does. And love is all there is.

July 7, 2014 · 2 Comments

Pardon me….my feminism is showing (explicit content)

“I have a bumper sticker on my car that says, “Obedient woman are never remembered in history”. It is pithy and easy to say. The living it is harder.”

June 15, 2014 · 4 Comments

Bee Here Now

“…the bee sisters bring me back to my core, to what is important – doing the work, whatever it is, with mindfulness and presence.”

May 25, 2014 · Leave a comment
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