Wallowing in the World
Everywhere I turn in springtime, the world is greening, unfurling, flowering, blossoming, and bursting upward from the…
Everywhere I turn in springtime, the world is greening, unfurling, flowering, blossoming, and bursting upward from the…
Every place, like every person, is elevated by the love and respect shown toward it, and by…
“Love calls like the wild birds- It’s another day. A Spring wind blew my list of Things…
My friend Donna Higgins from Halfway, Oregon, just sent me an email of welcome to my new…
The rumbling, jarring construction of the 900-room hotel concusses the jade and turquoise Caribbean Sea. Jet skis roar past…
After four days camping in the heart of Madera Canyon, we figured it out. The birds sleep…
“From joy all things are born. by joy they are sustained and into joy they again return.”…
Birdwatching Daily published a wonderful collection of letters that give a perspective on Malheur National Wildlife Refuge…
So begins the first lines of poet John Keats long poem Endymion, an ode to the immortal love…
Cross-country skiing offers a time for reflecting on the power of friction, and a chance for mother and son to take on hopes and dreams for 2016–if we are willing to swing the bat.
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