With every closing of the year, I choose a word or a theme for the next. This year, the word that came to me is JOY. If there is anything...

What of the stories we tell about ourselves and the world are true? “It’s a poor sort of memory that only works backwards” - Queen, Alice...

How much bear are you anyway? When I see a wild animal, I wonder what lessons can be drawn from its nature. Its essence. When I was going...

Exploring the liminal with a group of fool-hearted adventurers in the wilderness. This past Sunday my collaborator, Wade (Uncanny Means),...

How does our sense of Self shift when considering our interdependence? There is an oak tree that I visit on my walks. I often pause to...

Trigger Warning: death ~~image of dead coyote~~ I live on a property that is butted up against the Angeles National Forest. Lots of...

Letters to a Young Woman Project. Women over the age of 40 write a letter to their younger selves. Dear 17 year old me, Look at you! How...

A not so solo wilderness retreat ~~~ I recently went on a solo backpacking trip to a place I’ve spent a lot of time exploring, the...

The uneasy inner critic is no match for the blithesome inner fool. introducing the cast of my inner critic committee I have this trio of...