Dear Emergent Shoots of Spring,

It is the winged ones that teach about spring in these Northern lands. Male red-winged black birds return early to vie for nesting territory, risking unpredictable temperatures and limited food sources for a...

 “Hope is not a lottery ticket you can sit on the sofa and clutch, feeling lucky. It is an axe you break down doors with in an emergency... To hope is to give yourself to the future - and that commitment to the future is what makes the...

Rekindling a deep memory of where we come from...

An excerpt from the spring 2021 edition of Yes! Magazine

"We no longer need to believe in the story of our separateness—shifting our belief of individualism into a life-affirming sense of...

When listening to podcasts about the living world, I need more than just old ideas about sustainability or keeping up the status quo of the systems already at work.

Instead, I want to learn about shifts in our paradigm from human supremacy to...

Metal cutters in hand, I make my way deeper into the forest.

I have walked this path many times but never prepared with thick gloves and the right tools.

As I approach the wounded trees, I pause for a moment to witness them, the wire fencing...

Deep in the belly of winter, we continue to chew on the lean lessons of rest and trust. 

Trust that there will be an end to these dark days. 

Trust in the pause, in the holy unknown, in the waiting. 

A seed knows how to wait for at...

The cosmos is always expanding and we are its children of 

sparks and riddles. 

Expansion is our natural state of being.

In this expansion we find that we have room for everything.

We have space for the many moons of emotion...

At breakfast she is eager to release her damp dream into the dry air.

“We were traveling to see the ospreys, mama. They were on the cell phone towers making their gigantic nests.” 

That is all it takes to release...

This is a love note from the land where you live.

The rich teeming soil, the unexpected thunderstorm, the single crow high in the gnarled pine, they all have something to tell you:

Unworthiness does not exist here in the matrix of the living...

A blanketed hush lays across the fields now. The land seems to be saying, “shhh, no more talking now.” Feathers swell and fur thickens. Hibernating frogs rest on the bottom of creek beds. Misty breath emerges from the stolen dens of...