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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.

Sprouting Revolution

Revolution: derived from late Latin or Old French to Middle English:  to “roll back”. To roll back – not necessarily surge forward with a sudden radical change and destruction of the status quo. Interesting…. Who knew…? During the last couple of weeks, I realized I need to switch gears, thinking-wise and writing-wise. My miniature orange … Continue reading Sprouting Revolution

Autumn, asters and time

Dark in the morning, these days, when I come downstairs early to make coffee for my husband, tea for me. I light two candles, a practice inherited from a housemate many years ago, as it eases me into my day. I peer at the inside/outside thermometer. If the inside temperature is below 60° AND the … Continue reading Autumn, asters and time

Divine Messaging

I walk through our fields. We have not had enough rain, so the grasses are all a bit stumpy for this time of year.  But the mix of maturing seed heads and dots of color from small flowers still form a pleasing mid-summer palate. As I pass by, a clique of adolescent bobolinks appears magically … Continue reading Divine Messaging