Today’s tale sounds like it comes directly from interstellar travel, or from the 2000-year-old heart of Christianity. Can you die – exhibit no organic activity, suspend the laws of biology, then come back to life as good as new? Our protagonists do. They are hidden now, close by. As Robin Wall Kimmerer writes, “Oblivious to […]
Deep in a Sleepy Hollow Read Post »
Irene reflects on a rejuvenating walk in Bradley Buchanan Woods, appreciating nature’s beauty and the importance of sharing access to outdoor experiences with all.
Late-Autumn Walk in Bradley-Buchanan Woods Read Post »
I have heard my last cricket. The hard frost sometimes comes in October, but this year the temperature dawdled just below freezing for many nights. Fall finally gave up in mid-November, and with it the last tree crickets. Before then, the few remaining fiddled on during sunny days as if it was still September. Deer
The year or two after I graduated UConn felt aimless even as I worked. It was a struggle to fit into America after my emotions and ethics had been put through the ringer by LBJ and Nixon. I don’t speak much of those times. Several of us camped in the forest off Mason Road together
Forest Dwellers – A Personal History Read Post »
“With each step, take refuge in Mother Earth.” The first thing I notice is that I’m following my shadow. This has always been a shady chamber of tall white pines, but one of the grandfathers has fallen, and new and sunlit growth surrounds the path through Holt/Kinney Woods. In Kay Holt’s childhood, she knew this
Dusk is the deepest part of twilight, that fleeting time of not quite dark when magic feels possible. At dusk this June you could catch magic in a mason jar like you did at the age of six. Remember? Optimism can be hard to come by, but this year the fireflies did their part. Our
Turn On Your Love Light Read Post »
