A forum for intentional words by women on wildness, wilderness and outdoor adventure.
“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 …
Scouting trails, spring season, hiking, Yellowstone, gratitude, yoga, connections, compassion, national parks…. Words and vague ideas float through my brain as I drink tea, look out the window, watching low clouds lift and fall, revealing then concealing the jagged summit of Electric Peak. I sit with the computer in lap, warming my thighs on this …
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? …
"I need solitude. I have come forth to this hill...to see the forms of the mountains on the horizon -- to behold and commune with something grander than man." Henry David Thoreau I love returning to well-loved wild places; Canyonlands, Grand Canyon, and Yellowstone are favorites that I revisit often even …
Continue reading Ruminations on Bristlecone Pines and Wilderness
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 …
Continue reading Vibrations from Women Who Run With The Wolves
Writing the Wild 