To live in the natural world is to celebrate. To celebrate its seasons, certainly. The harvest season of the fall must surely rank high on holiday celebrations. As with the pilgrims and their Indian acquaintances, Thanksgiving is just that celebration. Last week my family’s Thanksgiving celebration took a new twist. Read More
Living and Writing in the Natural World
Nurturing the Connection
November 21, 2012
Getting back from my two-week annual “retreat” to Hawaii has been, as always, an adjustment. Suddenly I have a wife (and until this year, kids) to interact with all day, rather than being essentially a hermit in Hawaii. That’s the easy part of the adjustment, since I’m blessed to enjoy the company of my family. More challenging is coming back to continental autumn or winter weather Read More
People, Beaches, Hawaii
November 14, 2012
(Hawaii again?! Hey, I’m here for two weeks and this is a weekly blog. Next week I’ll be back on the mainland.) After my usual morning routine (see my earlier posting) I noticed it was low tide around ten o’clock, so I tightened my teva sandals and walked “tide-pooling/beach-combing” along the base of the seawall Read More
A Hawaiian Interlude
November 9, 2012
Whenever the first cold, rainy days of winter hit—late October, early November where I live—I do the only sensible thing for someone not tied down by a job. I head to Hawaii. Not for long—two weeks, never more than a month. And here I am today. Now you can get outdoors and get your daily time in the natural world in the winter, for sure. But not wearing nothing more than a swimsuit and Teva sandals, Read More
A Summer Evening
November 4, 2012
August 1979. Heather and Holly and I rode down to the stone wall by the creek this evening, Heather on her bike with training wheels, Holly on the handlebars of my 3-speeder. They wear new swimsuits, I only my jeans. The air is warm. We walk the bikes the last couple of hundred yards, as that stretch is not paved and Heather’s back wheel dangles in midair frequently between the two training wheels—a frustrating experience not to be endured by a five-year-old. Read More