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Moved by the landscapes surrounding my home, Wild Orchard Farm, and drawing on both my ecological and theological training, I write for scientists leery of faith, people of faith who know and love the miracles of science, and anybody who shares the vision of the planet as a sacred community.

I try to challenge people to think more deeply about the human condition and our choices in this time of ever ­increasing climate disturbance.

It Must Have Been a Saturday….

… probably fall warbler time. I remember the moist, pungent smell of autumn leaves beginning to decompose on the ground beneath our feet, the golden path layered with their forms. The familiar open woods surround us – exposed gray trunks of various widths against the backdrop of leafy gold, green, orange.  A small gurgling brook, … Continue reading It Must Have Been a Saturday….

Slogging

It has been almost a year since I started “blogging”, a word that sounds just a little too much like “slogging” when I think about it.   Which is, of course, sometimes the way a writer feels facing the blank screen: all set up for erudition or lyricism, but with a brain refusing to embrace either, … Continue reading Slogging

Before/After

Tuesday, January 19th 2021. I start to write this blog post on the day before the inauguration of a new president of the United States. And because writing takes time, I finish it after.   It is gray and cold outside. Without the sun, the snow is drab, the swallow houses look totally abandoned for … Continue reading Before/After