Today I am bridging between two lands—just home to Ashland following almost 2 weeks in Port Orford…we named our resident hummingbird, Rosemary, “Rosie” for short—she

Here. Greetings from Alma’s Way, our new home and the stolen land of the Tutuni people. Pause, breathe, grieve, bow. May we remember, may we

Every year in early Spring, false Spring really as it’s late January or early February, the robins come. Thousands upon thousands of robins. I don’t

We are murderers again. This time we murdered her but we didn’t mean to. We’d like that “innocence” to change what is, but it does

This month I bow to the power of puppies to delight, refocus, and temper the intensity of life—present moment therapy via the nip and frolic

Does this nourish and support you or cause you suffering? Do you understand the basic hierarchies of belonging and is this in your awareness as

Our stunning view of an empty lake, a daily reminder of the drought. Our sacred neighborhood swimming hole evaporating right before our eyes as the abundant creek that has fed it for all these years has dried up. On a recent trip to Northern California, the dry river beds, severe algae blooms, a few rivers just not making it to the sea and a highway falling into the sea that hellbent humans keep repairing and girding up… Yesterday, kayaking the Klamath river for the 1st time in 10 years and seeing and feeling the toxic froth and foam, the shallow places, the reduction in wildlife was almost too much to bear, almost…