First come jubilant skeins of of geese flying in from the south and singing their return, then ducks splashing about in the melted alcoves o...

I believe that the ability of human beings to be creative depends fundamentally on the health and well-being of our biosphere, the few kilo...

Beyond our windows this morning are clouds, drifting fog and a forlorn copse of skeletal maples and ashes doing their best to put out leaves...

Through the weeks of deep snow we walked above the ground on fallen sky, as though we did not come of root and leaf, as though we had only a...

And so the dance begins. It starts with a pair of geese, not a skein or a flock or a "v", just two magnificent Canadas paddling in...

When tea becomes ritual, it takes its place at the heart of our ability to see greatness in small things. Where is beauty to be found? In g...

This week's word has been around since before 900, coming to us through the Middle English  melten , Old English  meltan, mealt  and  ge...

Tomorrow marks the Vernal Equinox or Ostara, one of two times in the calendar year (the other being the Autumn Equinox or Mabon) when the Ea...

Skies are cloudy, and a gentle rain is falling outside the windows. Beau and I are doing tea and listening to raindrops hitting the roof of ...

Turn sideways into the light as they say the old ones did and disappear into the originality of it all. Be impatient with easy explanations ...

Belonging so fully to yourself that you're willing to stand alone is a wilderness—an untamed, unpredictable place of solitude and search...

Journey comes from the Middle English journei , meaning day (or day's travel), through the Old French jornee and Vulgar Latin diurnt a,...

The seasons revolve and the years change With no assistance or supervision. The moon, without taking thought, Moves in its cycle, full, cre...

Snow fell in the village in the wee hours of yesterday morning, no surprise at this time of the year. One may reasonably expect the long whi...

I breathe in the soft, saturated exhalations of cedar trees and salmonberry bushes, fireweed and wood fern, marsh hawks and meadow voles, ma...

(for International Women's Day) Last night I dreamed ten thousand grandmothers from the twelve hundred corners of the earth walked out i...

Order a beaker of something ambrosial at your local coffee shop. Sip it slowly.  Pretend the weather is balmy and the trees have leafed out,...

March came in like a lioness, and then the lioness stepped away for a few days. In her absence, plucky birds paired off amorously, and villa...

Spring storm and hail of ice cubes pummels my town and no other. There was a time when townspeople would call this fall the wrath of God or ...