Lessons from My Daily Walk—An Ode to Annie Dillard

Gina T. Ogorzaly   Cranes chortle raucously mere yards overhead startled by coyote lurking in the neighbor’s field. Cormorant whizzes rapidly straight up the acequia or sits sedately and lonely on a branch sticking up mid-stream. Geese wing south in their...

Interbeing

Block print by Telma Laurentino Telma Laurentino is a scientist, educator and intuitive artisan who entangles the secular, the philosophical and the poetic to create multi-sensory languages that support ecosystemic thinking and sustainable living. Visit...

Holding Onto Resilience

Mary Van Pelt   These days I have conversations with myself. Sometimes I think I need to get beyond my own stories of recovery; after all, it’s been more than thirty years since I experienced forced psychiatric treatment in a locked ward. It’s been more than ten...

Hold Up Your Head, Point Your Finger

Andrea Penner   Two café tables away sat an impeccably dressed older gentleman. He wore a gray suit, light shirt and tie, and a soft burnt orange knit beret. His head was bent forward into his left hand, so I could not see his face. With his right hand, he ate...