A forum for intentional words by women on wildness, wilderness and outdoor adventure.
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: …
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 …
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. …
"I believe we have the noblest roaring blasts here I have ever known on land; they sing their hoarse song through the big tree-tops with a splendid energy that thrills me and stirs me and uplifts me and makes me want to live always. " -Mark Twain, words penned during his 1901-1903 stay at Wave …
When you hike a trail you honor the life, the legend, the man, the beard: John Muir himself. "This great Scottish-American conservationist can be considered the father of our National Parks, and founder of the modern environmental movement. More than anything, though, he loved a walk in the woods." So speaks the trail sign on my …
Writing the Wild 