Wild New York: Discoveries for the New Year

Hello reader, page, screen, blog, new year. Hello, wintery intermezzo, and hello longer nights, hours spent indoors, learning and storing, contemplating. Hello bookshelf, and hello resolution… I resolved this winter to further a blossoming interest in my home ground, in the water and soil that surrounds. This attention to New York’s wildness and natural history …

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Winter is here

I write on borrowed time, perfect time, while the baby sleeps her one mega-nap of the day. A wintry somnolence has come over her and all of us, and while she hibernates I write, and I wonder … what goes on in the mind, in the belly of the almost-sleeping bear? And in my daughter? …

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A smidgen of pigeon/Cravin’ the raven

It was cold, by heat-islander standards, and my mind was spinning: thoughts about home, about where I wanted to be and what I wanted to be doing, frustrations and celebrations. We were three days into our Yellowstone trip and I had snuck out early for a run: through the hallway, down the steps of the …

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Home

  This is a coming home story, a falling back into the arms, branches, stems, rhizomes, howls, eddies, bugles, wingbeats, and subterranean gurgles of my Yellowstone, the place and consciousness that taught me how to love. We had come back to the ecosystem for the wedding of two friends, a couple whose relationship, like ours, …

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A Jewel Among Weeds

“Nature will bear the closest inspection. She invites us to lay our eye level with her smallest leaf, and take an insect view of its plain.” -Henry David Thoreau Through years and miles of scouting, rangering and mothering, I’ve learned to look and listen for easy-ins and eye-poppers---gateway experiences that lure the senses, hands and …

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Beginning a Backpacker

It isn't the world’s most comfortable pack, for her or for me. The material is flimsy, one zipper pull has already fallen off, and her feet don't fit the stirrups. The fussy four-point child-harness clearly was not designed by a parent. Worse, there's nothing in place to support a baby's head when she sleeps, which …

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On the Wing, on the Wall

This week I met up with a friend who shares a love for wildness, and who has also ranged and rangered in New York City. Though we live in opposite boroughs, we still manage to get together a few times a year, and this day's excursion was a particular delight: after sampling a children's class …

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