Lupine Sometimes, as I age, I wonder just how small and slow I can go. As my journey takes me deeper, rather than broader, as I am moved to cast off more things, sometimes my new standard of enough is alarming. Are you sure you won’t need this? Yes, as long-time inspiration E.F. Schumacher insisted …
OLD FRIEND FROM LONG AGO How extraordinary. Last winter I received an email from Nancy, a friend I hadn’t talked with since I was nine: I was researching Canadian women nature writers when I came upon your name. It is you, isn’t it? Peri is an unusual name. How to explain very different lifetimes? How …
Dearness There lives the dearest freshness deep down things, Gerard Manly Hopkins This is my world. I am standing in rain, something slightly more than a mist. Behind me, yellow petals fall from the astonishing blaze of forsythias. At long last we have come to the greening of the year. There are the tiniest, sour-green …