First snowmelt, and a month of dry, but the rain finally comes, and everything is flowers, for a time.
Sometimesin the springout walkingI get the feelthat the earth itself is speaking,that it has its own language,written in ice
This post originally appeared in May of 2020. A few days ago, I was walking idly along a mountainside near my house when I noticed the lower branches of a ponderosa pine, heavy with bullet-sized pollen cones. Intrigued by their purplish color, I plucked one, piercing it with my thumbnail. The juice came out magenta […]
This post originally appeared on October 5, 2020. It felt especially prescient as this clusterfuck of a year ends. May we all untangle the knots of ourselves and find ways to rise into a new and better 2021.
This post originally appeared in October, 2019
This post originally appeared in December of 2019 Some things are sisters, if you know how to look at them like a wildfire sun and a new penny like snowy boughs and salamander feet