A forum for intentional words by women on wildness, wilderness and outdoor adventure.
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, …
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, …
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 …
Where, or what, is home---a place, a set of behaviors, a sense of belonging? How does movement---travel, migration, translocation---affect your sense of place?
I wake well before dawn - 4:30 am to be precise. It’s an hour that defies logic, unless it is your job to monitor songbirds (as was mine for 15 years). Even though it will be dark for another hour, I hear a robin singing outside my bedroom window (each link takes you to a sound …
Writing the Wild 