The forest is a constant teacher about the importance of every moment
We are indeed the blind leading the blind. Is there time to see before we die?
It's five am at my house in the woods of Oregon, and the birds are in full-throated song
Ten days after I left on a road trip, my yard exploded. This is just one reason why I love it up here.
A bumper sticker makes this fantasy perfectly clear, and why we need to be able to sit with who and what we are, right here, right now