The open path before me drew me onward, as paths have a funny way of doing. I felt called forward…
So far in my explorations of attunement and metaphor in the estuary, my process has been almost completely of my…
An Ecological Revision of Grace
When I was growing up, I was lucky enough to be in a family where we ate dinner together around the dinner table most nights of the week. At some point, my dad started leading us in saying grace before each meal.
Remapping Our Place in a Modern World
Can closing your eyes help you see the forest for the trees?
Can one really argue with a plant?
