“I suppose that’s the way we humans are, thinking too much and listening too little. Paying attention acknowledges we have something to learn from intelligences other than our own. Listening, standing witness, creates an openness to the world in which the boundaries between us can dissolve in a raindrop. The drop swells on the tip of a cedar and I catch it on my tongue like a blessing.“

— Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass

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Latest Posts

  • Edge

    Edges. Life at the edge. Life on the edge. Life over the edge. Living next to the edge. Feeling the razor’s edge. Walking the edge. Crossing over the edge. Seeing the edge. Missing the edge. Unexpected edges. Swerving away from… Continue reading

    Edge

  • Rough Edges

    If you’ve wandered along a rushing creek in the Spring, when Winter is leaving and the creek is swollen with the warming snowmelt, you’ll likely note that the edges of the creek are turbulently chaotic. There are likely some defined… Continue reading

    Rough Edges

  • Marks – when edges rub

    Life, if you want it too or not, gathers marks. Traces of what was or was meant to be avoided, who was and is, where you’ve been, how you chose to engage and how others treated you, and the why… Continue reading

    Marks – when edges rub

  • Water’s Edge

    Yesterday words were said. An email was written and an edge was defined. It will take a while to cross over the new boundary, but after yesterday it is firm and real. The first time in a body of water… Continue reading

    Water’s Edge