Category Archives: Nature

Earth plays with her sun

There certainly are moments when Earth asks us to stop talking, thinking, working, and watch her make a magic show with the universe. She has a deep bag of tricks.

Earth plays with her sun

There certainly are moments when Earth asks us to stop talking, thinking, working, and watch her make a magic show with the universe. She has a deep bag of tricks.

wild

“I’m going to a movie tonight.” “Alone, but why?” “Because I want to see this movie, and I like seeing movies alone. I don’t have to listen to someone else stuffing their face with popcorn.” I’m always mystified when my friends don’t understand

wild

“I’m going to a movie tonight.” “Alone, but why?” “Because I want to see this movie, and I like seeing movies alone. I don’t have to listen to someone else stuffing their face with popcorn.” I’m always mystified when my friends don’t understand

tree view

Living in my attic apartment is like living in a tree house, which was always a childhood obsession of mine. I have a big window with a view of trees, and I often watch them swaying in the wind and the seagulls soaring

tree view

Living in my attic apartment is like living in a tree house, which was always a childhood obsession of mine. I have a big window with a view of trees, and I often watch them swaying in the wind and the seagulls soaring

Self-regulation and accepting feedback: part 1

The following post contains my thoughts on permaculture principle four: self-regulation and accepting feedback (as part of my diploma process). This is part 1 of a two-part series, since it’s such a broad principle. Bear with me on this longer

Self-regulation and accepting feedback: part 1

The following post contains my thoughts on permaculture principle four: self-regulation and accepting feedback (as part of my diploma process). This is part 1 of a two-part series, since it’s such a broad principle. Bear with me on this longer

from city to wild

She stands there, listening, with eyes closed and eyebrows slightly furrowed. Her worn sweater hood forms a druid-like triangle around her face, and a few, thick dread locks peak out from behind her neck like curious worms. Someone gives thanks: “To

from city to wild

She stands there, listening, with eyes closed and eyebrows slightly furrowed. Her worn sweater hood forms a druid-like triangle around her face, and a few, thick dread locks peak out from behind her neck like curious worms. Someone gives thanks: “To

A Dutch autumn

The cloud cover is so thick that the street lights remain on and the foliage gives off the most muted green. Everything is soggy. Nothing has a chance to dry, as rain and mist tag-team to saturate leaf, skin and

A Dutch autumn

The cloud cover is so thick that the street lights remain on and the foliage gives off the most muted green. Everything is soggy. Nothing has a chance to dry, as rain and mist tag-team to saturate leaf, skin and

The great normalizer

Roaring, foaming, blue-gray sea, you beckon me toward you with your crashing waves, pulling me forth as I seek a little normalcy. I bike against the wind to reach you, knowing you’ll be there as you’ve always been; knowing you’ll be there

The great normalizer

Roaring, foaming, blue-gray sea, you beckon me toward you with your crashing waves, pulling me forth as I seek a little normalcy. I bike against the wind to reach you, knowing you’ll be there as you’ve always been; knowing you’ll be there