Every so often, we find ourselves feeling slightly off or way off our path in life or completely lost from who we are and what we deeply want to be and do next. I'm at a life-transition point myself right now. I swing from lost and sad to
I'm writing a piece about re-finding your path for the times when we feel like we've gotten way off track on who we are and what we're here to do in this life. I plan to publish that soon. As part of writing that,
Writing at the local coffee shop is always fun. Cora and I run into people we know, they ask questions, I ask questions, Cora wiggles her butt and smiles. If we're open to it, we then proceed to solve each other's problems in 2 to 15
Most days here in these bodies are good. Pretty damn good. The seasons shift, the air here is clean, we can still play and afford to eat and help others now and then, though dental insurance is beyond our reach now. And, nobody at all is dropping U.S.-funded
One of my all-time favorite poems is by storyteller, poet, playwright, screenwriter, author, performer, teacher, musician, and live-your-whole-being inspiration and muse, Lenelle Moise. This poem. cuz i dream a home for you in a safe & spacious country where your very own laughter can sprout from joy homeboy from joy
Hello friends. I learned this week that I need to offer a transition explanation for those of you who first met me as an herbalist some time across the past 7 years and who know me primarily as an herbalist and listener with/to land and forests and plants. A
Hi friends, I've been writing and polishing essay after essay here in July, but I've been unable to press Publish for the past three weeks. There's something fully mysterious and magic about being a writer when I let there be. I've decided
I found these words while following a deer path through tall grass in the shade of some Douglas fir trees just outside of town. Over time, I've learned that I'm a gatherer of words. A forager of wildness and wilderness. I never know everything that the
It was a beautiful day June 30, 2025 1. The day they took Medicaid away from millions it was a beautiful day The day they took the taxes we paid said a clear "Fuck you" to working folks and "Sure, here's 45 billion more!"
I was 37 and just finishing my doctoral dissertation research when I woke up one day and realized that I'd spent my adult life reading primarily the work of men. Almost all books, articles, essays, research papers, and even poetry: men, men, men, men, men. Back in 2008,
First, a thank you. Happy Pride month friends. Thank you, LGBTQ+ family and community and ancestors, from the bottom of our hearts, for everything you so generously give the world with your presence and perspectives, just by being yourselves. I personally need to thank you as individuals, and as community,
I wrote a long introduction laying out my impeccable street cred and demonstrating why I can claim the word "elder" as my own, and why I might deserve to be listened to on this subject, here, just weeks ahead of my 55th birthday. Then I thought about what