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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On Sky

What is the sky to you? A canvas? A foil? An inspiration? An aspiration? A point of inquiry? When my family moved into our current apartment we gained so much sky: more height, more windows, more light. Throughout the fall, then winter and spring, on days we didn't go out or went out little, I've …

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Wild New York

I’m southbound, riding window-seat in a steel-bodied Amtrak carriage past what is, more or less, my home topography. Do I know it? Ponds never mirror life so perfectly as at daybreak: blackwater and hardwoods under a snow blanket. My travel companions, mother and aunt, pass the time chatting about people they know, and I don’t. …

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An Ecology of Love

“Being in the world is primarily an erotic encounter, an encounter of meaning through contact, an encounter of being oneself through the significance of others---humans, lovers, children, but also other beings, companions and competitors.” -Andreas Weber, Matter and Desire: An Erotic Ecology   I was once asked to write an “autobiography of place.” A glorious …

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