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Who Made The World?
I ask this now, each time something particularly beautiful in nature captures my eye. The question encompasses what I feel in that moment. Wonder, awe, joy, gratitude, love. A young tree beginning to blush…
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Forests Undersea
My dream home as a child was a commodious undersea bubble attached to a steep shoreline with an inconspicuous door exiting to a pristine beach. The clear sphere let in sunlight from above while…
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The Dirt on Soil
Might there be a seedling of a gardener in all of us. A yearning however small to witness something grow of our own nurturing. A nibble to eat, a bloom to admire, a shade…
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Three Little Birds
The gentle whistle of a black-capped chickadee has the potency to sway me skyward from whatever gloom may be simmering in my head. Darkness to light, perturbation to peace, delivered on a few puffs from…
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Project Plastic
Every year, tending to the ritual of springtime weeding, I lay compost in select areas of my yard. Probably less than is required for optimal soil health, but I figure the benefits compound over…
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How We’re Remembered
On this late spring day the two of us leisurely explore the little patch of earth that is my urban backyard. The ground squishes and wriggles from overnight rain, the sun glimpses on us…
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Life in the Dark
Early morning is fuzzy outlines and shades of charcoal. My preferred time of day regardless of season, but in winter, these minutes towards dawn stretch liminally longer. I feel along the bedroom wall to…
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Olivia
At 5am when we set out to find her, the beach in Costa Rica was still dark, a few days before the new moon. Our guide illuminated the way with a dim red beam,…
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Biophilia
West beyond the downtown waterfront and placid-blue Elliott Bay, Bainbridge island welcomed the setting sun yet earlier on this November day. Alaskan Way hummed as commuters headed home, and the sidewalk was sparse of…
