The heart of the forest is in all that has come before. Continue reading
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Hello, sun!
Mary wakes early to greet you. Oh sun, teach us how to spread more light. Continue reading
Fleeting
Water slips by, too fast and wild to be captured. Is it the same with time? Continue reading
Wildwood Adventure, once again!
“Wow! We’ve seen 147 Trillium! Look at how prickly that Oregon Grape is! Can I try tasting this Indian Plum leaf? Look at how gnarled that Douglas Fir bark is! Did you know that it’s illegal to pick a Trillium? Hey! That’s the call of the Winter Wren! That’s an awesome bandit costume you made!” … Continue reading
Shhhh…
They lean in, telling secrets that only trees can know. Will we know, come spring? ps. You are looking at my 100th post! Continue reading
a woodland walk
The forest is still, quiet, and moist, leaves glistening with the wetness of winter. Three hikers step softly along the path, their boots plodding gently through the fallen leaves. Feet fall into puddles, causing small splashes to overflow from the edges of the mud that contains them. Mist rises slowly from among the trees- secrets … Continue reading
The Swifts of Chapman School
It’s like the beginning of a folk tale or maybe a scary bedtime story: On the top of the hill sits a decrepit old schoolhouse, sandy brick crumbling under the weight of decades of disuse. Ivy climbs the walls, mercilessly feeling its way up towards a weak sun, its resilient, snaking roots latching on to … Continue reading
Wildwood Adventure: part 2
“I love how I feel after I hike. Sometimes if I haven’t hiked for a couple weeks, I notice the difference the most. I feel lighter, physically and emotionally. My worries seem farther away.” – Bluebird (camper), age 10 – A couple weeks ago, I wrote my first installment of two about a camp experience … Continue reading
Wildwood Adventure: part 1
“As Prue walked, she cast her eyes about her; no one she knew had ever ventured here before. So soon in her journey she felt like the first explorer of some alien world … [She] stopped and leaned against a fir tree, taking in her verdant surroundings. As far as the eye could see, it … Continue reading
Line 75 to the Forest
As I braced myself for the 45 minute bus ride from SE Portland to St. John’s, I couldn’t help but think about my time in San Francisco only one year ago, a city that is characterized by hills and electric buses which sometimes appear to be climbing those hills at impossible angles. A couple weeks … Continue reading
in the midst 