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.
The newly sprung leaves far above me spread across the blue sky like part of a pointillistic painting. They float, as if detached from each other and the earth, small etches of chartreuse, this early in the season. Did you know the color “chartreuse” is named after a French elixir that exhibits this in-between-yellow-and-green color? … Continue reading Pointillism, Pixels….and Poison
The white snow covering has given way to hues of burnt umber/ beige of crushed, flattened leaves, still with ample moisture underneath evidenced by the gentle squish as my boots tramp on the woods trail. To one side, a middle-aged maple hugs the ground, the large exposed roots creating small sheltered gaps between them. … Continue reading Liver Lobes and Earth Day
Where do I start? My first blog post arrives on my brand-new website right in the middle of a pandemic. How can I possibly say anything significant in this time? And do my readers-to-be really need something else to read online? Probably not. But I am going to post anyway. I am 71, and have … Continue reading Tree sprouts and hockey sticks