Old Friends

“Wildflowers are the stuff of my heart!”                                     Lady Bird Johnson Richardson’s and Sticky Geranium. Lupine. Bedstraw. Salsify. Green Gentian. Cinquefoil. Collomia. Wood’s Rose. Paintbrush. Buckwheat. Evert’s Thistle. Forget-Me-Nots. Old friends line the trails and I can almost hear …

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Water Rocks

Unpacking our bags I unpack our travels, sliding their adventure, zest, and freedom of thought and body into our more quotidian existence. Zipping open my backpack, I release into our Bronx living room, as if out of a cage, the following: Essence of sea; tingle, twang, and lilt of spoken Italian and her northwesterly dialects; …

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Wallace Stegner and My Geography of Hope

Scouting trails, spring season, hiking, Yellowstone, gratitude, yoga, connections, compassion, national parks…. Words and vague ideas float through my brain as I drink tea, look out the window, watching low clouds lift and fall, revealing then concealing the jagged summit of Electric Peak. I sit with the computer in lap, warming my thighs on this …

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It’s Mulberry Season

It’s mulberry season, and I have been blue---blue like the ocean, like my daughter’s eyes, like the little blue heron, like chicory and lupine and the fluttering karner blue. How is it possible to feel this way, I wonder and scold myself, amidst the bustle and joy of exploring the world with an almost-yearling babychild? …

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Ruminations on Bristlecone Pines and Wilderness

"I need solitude. I have come forth to this hill...to see the forms of the mountains on the horizon -- to behold and commune with something grander than man."          Henry David Thoreau I love returning to well-loved wild places; Canyonlands, Grand Canyon, and Yellowstone are favorites that I revisit often even …

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Vibrations from Women Who Run With The Wolves

This week I am finishing an unassuming black book, a wild little thing that's ridden around with me for months and flavored my writings here before. Finishing it feels monumental---these days finishing anything feels monumental---yet I know I will come back to it often, as we do, we women who seek to stir and touch our …

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Inner Wild

"The future depends on what we do in the present." Mahatma Gandhi Wilderness is defined as uncultivated, uninhabited, inhospitable, and neglected. The most benign definition I found in a web-search, was ‘a part of a garden devoted to wild growth’ (Merriam Webster). Oddly, synonyms for wilderness include outdoors, open air and nature, which, to me, …

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