Leaves crunching underfoot, frost crystals limning fences, blowsy plumes of grasses rattling like sabres, leaf strewn puddles on the trail—a...

I would say that there exist a thousand unbreakable links between each of us and everything else, and that our dignity and our chances are o...

This week's word hails from the Old English winter (plural wintru ) meaning "the wet season". At first glance, it seems odd, ...

Wage peace with your breath. Breathe in firemen and rubble, breathe out whole buildings and flocks of red wing blackbirds. Breathe in terror...

Skies are leaden, and a fine murk wraps the village, rounding shapes and blurring the edges of houses, cars, trees and streets. This is one ...

For the brave men in my family who served their country and have gone on ahead: my grandfather, my father, my Uncle Bob, my soulmate, Irv. T...

Yesterday was cold, and there was frost in the park when we went out for our morning potter through fields and hedgerows and old trees. At n...

...as dreams are essential to the psyche, so wildness is to life. We are animal in our blood and in our skin. We were not born for pavements...

Last Sunday morning, clocks in the little blue house in the village turned back an hour, and Daylight Saving Time waved goodbye until next y...

like this morning, when the wild geese came squawking, flapping their rusty hinges, and something about their trek across the sky made me ...

And so it goes... Many trees in the Lanark highlands have already lost their leaves and fallen asleep in their leaf-strewn alcoves, but oth...

You cannot buy the revolution. You cannot make the revolution. You can only be the revolution. It is in your spirit or it is nowhere. Ursul...

This week's word has been around since the eleventh century, making its way to us through the Middle English egge , Old English ecg , O...

Night of the void between the worlds, night when the veil between the worlds is stirring, lifting, when the old year shrivels and fades, and...

Oh, how can I say this: People need wild places. Whether or not we think we do, we do. We need to be able to taste grace and know once agai...

Here we are again, nearing my favorite festive observance in the whole turning year. Next Thursday is the eve of Samhain, or in popular par...

Are the leaves embarrassed by this sudden change from serviceable green to gaudy red and gold? All those colors clanging in the wind: copper...