Dear Friends, This week I am co-working with wrens. A pair of house wrens have claimed a new birdhouse that I recently installed out back. (My middle kid built the box a couple years ago, and the time and place for it to fulfill its purpose finally arrived.) Wrens are vocally…
Travel writing feels intimidating to me.
The world feels like it is overflowing with humanity. Perhaps we humans are too much for the world to bear. I’ve noticed something in my daily…
I walked down the rural road, south of Irasburg and north of Albany, north of Craftsbury, in Vermont’s Northeast Kingdom – or the NEK, as many call it…
Dear Friends, I was recently given the opportunity to write and share a brief reflection with the community at the Unitarian Church of Montpelier in…
Dear Friends, The turn to the new year already feels long past, or like it never happened. Pandemic time works like that, I guess. I didn’t mark the…
Dear Friends, On the 20th of January, I spent the morning as I typically do. (Well, I assume it was typical because I don’t remember anything unusual…
Dear Friends, Damn. The pace, intensity, and heightened anxiety of the past few months has built up like flood waters bearing down on a beaver dam. (I…
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