This diary records my personal pathway to becoming a Student of Nature. It can be anyone's journey, but this one is mine. I came back to the land on my quest to bring healing and meaning into my life. And sure enough, Nature was here waiting for me. Nature waits for you, too. This path … Continue reading Hungry for Nature?
Field Note #6: Boxing Day Surprise
I’m up early, propped in my bed, with my doors open to the empty pool, dappled in morning light. Our host is methodically cleaning every corner of the pool. This is his pool. I watch him peek into the pipe where a tree frog lives as part of his routine. He seemed satisfied with today’s chemical … Continue reading Field Note #6: Boxing Day Surprise
Field Note #5: Christmas in July
To my uninitiated eyes, there appear to be at least two kinds of 'Christmas in July' celebrations. Maybe you didn’t know there was even one kind of Christmas in July, let alone so many there were possible subcategories. This is understandable. Although it’s conceivable it might only be me not ‘in the know!’ What I … Continue reading Field Note #5: Christmas in July
Field Note #4: Dilly Fries
See this lunch? You might see these fries, piled high with freshly minced dill pickles, slathered with some sort of dill ranch dressing and paired with fancy mango ice tea and think, oh, Kit’s health goals have really gone sideways. You wouldn't be wrong, of course, but what you are actually looking at, is evidence … Continue reading Field Note #4: Dilly Fries
Field Note #3: The Molt
If you have ever doubted being part of an ecosystem, consider this. My feet are peeling. Not just a little flake here, a little flake there. Whole sheets of skin are sailing away. I've never seen anything like it. I know, but try to stay with me. It's like my poor feet haven't walked barefoot … Continue reading Field Note #3: The Molt
Field Note #2: Rain Time
Today is our first Rain Day since we left the farm almost two weeks ago. Which means we not only changed time zones, we are adjusting to Rain Time. A steady, hard rain lasting longer than a day completely changes how time works on the road. If it's a travel day, it can bring hidden … Continue reading Field Note #2: Rain Time
Field Note #1: Memorandum of Understanding
There’s a lot of tweaking when a band of three Inter-species Road Ramblers load into a Tour bus for an extended adventure, especially when one of them has never toured before. Needs are assessed and reassessed daily as personal spaces are classified, assigned and reassigned as preferences emerge. Decisions need to take into account both predictable … Continue reading Field Note #1: Memorandum of Understanding
Tales from the Compost Pile: Fear Nibbles
(Story in progress/ starts at ‘Tales from the Compost Heap: Digging In’) I’m not sure exactly when Fear got in, but can confirm it breached my perimeter and settled at the farm some time ago. Just around the same time I found a mouse in my box of lasagna. Sometimes fear doesn’t announce its arrival with … Continue reading Tales from the Compost Pile: Fear Nibbles
Tales from the Compost Heap: Welcome to my Multiverse
I’ve heard the term Multiverse for a number of years, while wandering unaccompanied through inter-web borderlands and fringe bookstores. I had a resistance to the term, associating it with high-tech billionaires and microchipping humans or something equally unsettling. Mostly it sounded like a word reserved for tyrants planning to take over the world or radically … Continue reading Tales from the Compost Heap: Welcome to my Multiverse
Tales from the Compost Heap: Resurrection
If you are arriving mid-story, please start at “Turning the Compost” and then jump right in. _______ After meeting Bea on sidewalk that summer day in Toronto, we learned we’d been living just six blocks from each other for quite some time. She invited me to her apartment which was just a short walk from … Continue reading Tales from the Compost Heap: Resurrection
Tales from the Compost Heap: The Little View Master
I honestly had no idea I was about to dig up Auntie Bea. Or my mother. My shovel was aiming for farm stories, and they were no more than five years deep! Apparently, I hit some sort of worm hole and was transported, as it were, to 1985. I didn’t know my everyday garden-variety worms had … Continue reading Tales from the Compost Heap: The Little View Master
This Wholehearted Life 