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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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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