Study Notes from Mother Nature’s Classroom
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 The Little View Master
Compost is funny because it will take almost anything living, and in time, break it down and return it to the earth. No ceremony. No eulogies. It just happens beside barns, and in barrels beside rose gardens without anyone making a fuss. Few can tell you the why or how of it, although books and … Continue reading Death Piles
When I last wrote in January 2020, I had just asked the Universe help me “PUSH PAUSE” so I could get a good look at some decisions I was making, particularly related to my relationship with Nature. I have no interest in being credited with giving Mother Nature the idea for a global pandemic, but … Continue reading Hindsight and 2020
But it was just a tree. Or it might have been just a pet. Or a cup. Or someone you didn’t even know that well. Why do these losses sometimes crack us open so deeply? If Leonard Cohen, Canadian poet and songwriter, had heard the crack of the plum tree’s trunk as the wind took … Continue reading Plum Rising
Meet me at "The Farm on Mull River" and join a growing number of students who are choosing Mother Nature as their Home-room teacher. The Bell rings tomorrow morning and I hope to see you in class!
This Wholehearted Life 