A Few Days in the North Cascades

“Here are bits of eternity, which have a preciousness beyond all accounting." - Harvey Broome Co-founder, The Wilderness Society June in the North Cascades, Washington. Why not? Teresa, my friend in adventures, was the main attraction, but the impetus for the trip was to take a watercolor class at the North Cascades Institute with Michele …

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Times and Tides

  The language of pregnancy is future-minded, emphasizing not what is, but what's to come; I am "expecting," a lady-in-waiting. Meanwhile, everything I read tells me to loosen those expectations: to plan, to nest, but not to cling too tightly to those plans or expectations. Birth and life have other plans. My husband and I have …

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Magic Cicadas

Somewhere outside the D.C. metropolitan area a bumbling cicada has smacked a suburban dad in the face while he is mowing his lawn. Dad leaps into the air and swats at the cicada. The cicada, a female, is attracted to the hum of the push lawn mower, mistaking its drone for a chorus of males. …

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The Beauty of Gratitude

“There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.” —Albert Einstein Spring has arrived in Yellowstone. Finally. Winter was great and skiing the best but, come March, I am ready for sun and warmth. This year, spring hesitated …

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My Inner Outtie

She moves!  A Galilean proclamation. For two days I walked too fast and too much, and she moved too little. Now, as I settle on the couch into my own fetal curl, I watch her as she purrs. Gallops, really: tumbles, whorls, leaps and dives like a porpoise. Sometimes she will push outward slowly toward my fingers, …

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The Nesting Season

A bird's nest. Neat and tidy, hidden among willow branches or tucked under a drooping maidenhair fern. A bird's nest. Old and tangled, a pile of sticks right out in the open atop a snag or a crumbling rock pinnacle, or sometimes right on the ground. A bird's nest. Obvious but hidden from view nonetheless, …

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Walking a Trail of Ancients

Twelve hours of driving got me to the Horseshoe Canyon District of Canyonlands National Park. I exited the truck feeling a bit shell-shocked after 2 hours of dusty back road driving following three intense weeks of teaching and little sleep. The beauty of the Canyon calmed my nerves as I hugged Teresa. Ah, I had …

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