crystal clarity of icy fog
Gloomy. Oppressive. Bone-chilling. Disorienting. The way of icy valley fog pressing down on Central Oregon can be…
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halloween Fortitude
If I were closing my eyes and reaching into a bag of candy to feel for a favorite, like a chocolate peanut butter cup, I think I’d also wish for —Fortitude. In that spirit, I’ll share my piece and then wander outside into our yard on a cool, gray day and turn to the two Steller’s Jays–bold, blue, and unafraid to speak up LOUD.
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Philosophy | trees | Wilderness | writing
sauntering with thoreau in central oregon
I choose the trail-less way of curiosity over destination, the Henry David Thoreau way.
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Shake Off Our Heavy Snow
When I woke to heavy icy snow cloaking the trees last week, I had a choice. I…
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Poems on the Cusp of Spring
THIS IS HOW TO SAY METOLIUS Say song sparrow flittingAmong ocean sprayNot yet leafing Say dipper flexingComical…
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Refugia for Big Trees
“Grow a forest. Protect it from axes that hack. Then the Lorax and all of his friends…
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Green Ribbon Protest
“Don’t cut me down! Go around.” I’m one of seven women measuring, cutting, and writing on green…
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Remembering Ponderosa 58
I will never forget leaning in close to its great, red-gold trunk, pressing my cheek against the…
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Running the Badlands Wilderness
Every step in the Badlands Wilderness is a cushioned landing on sand. Every breath inhaled is far from…
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