Embodied Voice
: : A STORY : : As a child, all through primary school, I was provoked and teased for my emotions – somehow I hadn’t learned to suppress them like everyone else had, so they were still very alive, easily called to the surface. . . . . . So in order to protect myself I...
This is not Palo Santo…
This is not Palo Santo. Nothing against that beautiful herb, but it doesn’t live here, and I realize I don’t even know what it looks like! A quick google search turns up almost exclusively pics of sticks for sale. So here’s the thing: we burn palo...
Autumn Grief
The flowers have all faded, the seeds scattered to the wind and to be swallowed by the ground; the moisture has evaporated and leaves burnt by the sun hang on by a mere thread before casting themselves off to die and become mulch and eventually new soil…
Voice of the Earth
And still there are places where the pika squeak and thrive, where cold-loving evergreens reach toward the sky, where wild mountain waters run under stone through creases in alpine meadows… . . . …But even those pikas are threatened, so many of the trees have been lost to beetle-kill and other blight, and the waters are low, the snows shallow…
