Resferber
Resferber is a Swedish word that has no English equivalent. It means “the restless race of the traveler’s heart before the journey begins; when anxiety and anticipation are tangled together”. Mom always said that… Continue reading
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More Songs About Fire and Canyons
I’d never really thought about it before, but one could say I have a thing for wandering around in canyons. Like here… or here… For Bodhairim, I’m writing a piece about my experience in Rio… Continue reading
Running Away From Home
“But if I knew heartbreak was coming I would’ve set out running across the muddy river and the smog stacks on the bank swallow that horizon hunger beyond hunger ’til the cloudy blue… Continue reading
No Bubbles, Just Swash
A friend of mine once complained that hiking with me was no fun because I could spend hours photographing river mud and wood grain. He felt it was less like a hike enjoying the… Continue reading
In Betweening
A crazy old man told me today, “I’m too blessed to be distressed”. Seriously cheesy? You bet. But I suppose I’m in the same place. Life is a messy thing. I am juggling unkempt bills,… Continue reading
Roadtripping for Wildlife
It’s the time of year when cabin fever starts to set in and I’m desperate to get outdoors any time the weather complies. This past weekend, I foreswore being hunched over my computer… Continue reading
19°44′59″ N, 70°24′29″ W
I was probably the only kid whose favorite ride at Disneyland was It’s a Small World. It’s nobody’s favorite, but I loved it; the different costumes and languages and the idea of world peace through irritatingly catchy,… Continue reading
The Other Side of Clouds
“You’re sailing softly through the sun, in a broken stone age dawn, You fly so high, I get a strange magic…” -Strange Magic, ELO I was recently given a rare and fortunate treat.… Continue reading
Bubble and Swash
When I was very young, I was hooked on Golden Guides, a series of field guides for children. Between my Golden Guides (and Girl Scouts and some kick ass school nature programs) I… Continue reading
A Space of One’s Own
Notes from alongside the Salmon River… “…who shall measure the heat and violence of a poet’s heart when caught and tangled in a woman’s body?” – Virginia Woolf Virginia Woolf posited that a… Continue reading