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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Dancing for their Dinner

“There must have been hundreds of birds above the old, granite-gray castle in the village center. As though the evening had caused the air to thicken, as though an invisible reagent of transformation had turned the empty space into one trembling with inspiration and craving life. It was as though some chemical, a precipitating element …

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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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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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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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AviFauna: Wild Soul in Art

Tell me, how is your wild soul doing? What I mean by that is this: where do you find your wildness when you cannot get out into the big outdoors wild? Are you in touch with your wild within? Our experience of, and with, the natural wild can be dammed up for so many reasons: …

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