Staring might be the thing I'm best at. If I'm honest. Give me a good view, a window to perch at, a stormy sea, a field of grass with the wind moving it like a marching band or a murmuration of starlings, and I will stare. There's something soothing about a good, long stare. My …
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There’s an I in wild, too
It's only 8:30 in the morning and already I'm outnumbered. Besides squirrels and chipmunks, I'm usually I'm the only mammal around. But not today. This morning, as dawn was painting the sky a chicory-blue and the cardinals were chirping away, I walked around outside. I usually spend …
Full Moon at Darkwood
I need to confess something. Because I don't want you to have to wrong impression about me. It's this: I don't orchestrate as many personal rituals as one might think. And my altars are often accidental. As an example, here's how Monday's full moon went here at Darkwood. I …
