Author Archives: Deborah

Seriously now.Questions about human identity loom big in me.Not only, “Who do we want to be?butmore simply “Who are we?Maybe,to cast a new perspective,“Who does the land want us to be?”or“What do the forests want us to be?”or“How would the non-human … Continue reading →

Thinking – a gift and a curse. Thinking disconnected to life’s body,our own and Earth’s,a curse of immense proportions. Over the last few centuries,industrial and technological growth,spurredthe rampaging hunger of needing more,always more,so we devour life,flatten it, wring it out, penetrate … Continue reading →

Last week’s post concluded with this blessing:May we experience the joy of solidarity:grieve together, celebrate birth together,honor our seasons,both personal and planetary,together,laugh with love’s demands,together,androot our trusting souls in humble ground,together. Today, I ask,what does it mean to come together?When I … Continue reading →

I recently meet a young farmer with whom I resonate. We could be soul-sisters though I’m old enough to be her grandmom. As we squat across from each other at parallel rows of onions, we uproot tender green plants who … Continue reading →

This post rejoices in the healing medicine of creative expression.I must confess to defining creativity broadly. Absolutely every decision we make, every movement comes from the universe within us – in response to the cosmos outside us. Whatever we do … Continue reading →

When our cultural story changes, then the paradigms guiding our behaviors change, and so will everything else. Who will we become? I hope we have enough time to find out.*********************Part of the new story has to be to value older … Continue reading →

Tethered to my neck by a leather strap, the binoculars bang against my chest…**********************A hot potato, I want to fling the binocs into the forest. Instead, I push them into the bowels of my daypack. How did I learn to … Continue reading →

And yet…Glued to my face, the binoculars zoom me in close. I lose track of everything else as I marvel at water droplet stars sparkling on whiskers, twitching facial muscles, rolling eyes, claw glimpsed as a paw reaches. So close … Continue reading →

The last post ended: Looking like an island, the vegetation covered dome of Beavers’ lodge rises in the middle.************ I stop. I breathe. I gaze. At first, I notice little, so immersed am I in the happy feelings of success. … Continue reading →