It’s solstice and the dark wraps around us as pinpricks of snow flutter lazily to the ground. It’s our first winter at Forest House and the silence of snow and trees, the work of getting wood, feeding the chickens, tending our home, is every bit as comforting as I dreamed it would be. I am … Continue reading Solstice Eve
When you are in the mountains, you find out who you really are. Any mistake I make could mean death. And when it comes to that moment, you want to survive. You want to live. I climb so I can live every moment of my life. Nimsdai Purja, 14 Peaks: Nothing is Impossible One year ago, … Continue reading To Climb Mountains
A sedan pulled into our driveway just I was about to get into my car. I approached to see what they wanted, and the passenger window rolled down to reveal an elderly woman wearing an enormous grin and waving me over excitedly. She spoke with a thick accent even after decades of living in the … Continue reading The Gardener
The pictures on our walls are crooked. November was a tidal wave that crashed through our lives, its slow pull outward at the beginning ending in a rapid surge that moved everything in its path in December. Now it's January, and we are grateful to be alive and together, sorting through the silt and deciding … Continue reading Straightening Pictures
Robyn Lynn 