We have lost the light of this complex, funny, challenging and loving little man. We are shocked and our hearts are broken. […]
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Year-end Break – Memories of the Summer Past
Time is passing by like a flooded river! Things got strange for us, as for many, following last year’s election result. We are doing all that we can to work toward victories for the things that matter, and when we’re not doing that we are trying to spend time in the wild places we love. […]
A Season of Owls
The Sam’s Owls Matriarch Sam’s GHO Chick One Sam’s GHO Chick Two Coyote Ridge Couple – Burrowing Owls Coyote Ridge Papa
Labyrinth in the Basement
Over the past few moons I’ve been learning about labyrinths—inspired by the wonderful posts of Jackie Morris. Jackie is an artist, naturalist and writer in Wales with a magical sensibility and a fondness for placing rocks she’s adorned with golden labyrinths in random locations where they may or may not be found. As my fascination with […]
A Truth…
Your Apathy is Their Reward.
In case you slept through the 2016 American election, here are some highlights…
John Oliver takes you through the highlights of the first several days after the Electoral College process once again hosed the country it was meant to protect.
Don’t Give Up
This grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never dried all at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls. The sun shines not […]
A Rosetta Stone for the Days Ahead
FRODO: I can’t do this, Sam. SAM: I know. It’s all wrong. By rights we shouldn’t even be here. But we are. It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end. Because […]
Dear World….
It wasn’t us. We are devastated. Praise Song Praise the light of late November, the thin sunlight that goes deep in the bones. Praise the crows chattering in the oak trees; though they are clothed in night, they do not despair. Praise what little there’s left: the small boats of milkweed pods, […]