Octavia Bit Into the Apple
Octavia bit into the apple. Its core of ancient seeds peered out at her. We are here, they […]
Octavia bit into the apple. Its core of ancient seeds peered out at her. We are here, they […]
This is all there is. The path comes to an end among the parsley -alan watts IF I were to encapsulate the writings of Alan Watts, a teacher of
In love with the earth and sky There I was in 6th grade Science class, 12 years old, standing in the middle of the room, twirling a sling psychrometer above
A moment of revelation, nature as art. Rock, root, water, my skimming impressions engage with what is real, and I imagine another layer, unreal. To smell water, verdant and flush
The weather report was not inviting: rain filled clouds, low lying fog. So easy to change our plans due to weather, say “no” to the day, leave the raincoats hanging
There were tears in my eyes this morning, and a vague feeling of something off kilter; a feeling of being hurt and upset yet I could not remember an accompanying
The weather report suggested 4 foot seas, up to 20 knots. We set out from Glacier Bay National Park to travel the potentially most dangerous part of our journey: crossing
The sea…an earth in motion.June 23rd report: We are now 12 days along on our journey…bringing a boat named Room Seven, a 42 foot trawler up to Alaska. Our
Vee Bar Ranch, Laramie, Wyoming Hoofbeats. Dust. Sun. Every morning just after sunrise, the horses gallop in on a rush from whatever pasture they leisurely roamed the night before.
“So what’ll we name her?” my husband asked as we sped across Resurrection Bay in search of silvers. I presume that boats are traditionally named
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