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With the Eyes of a Child: Ode to the Einsteins of the World

I wondered: is the dark side of the moon darker tonight?

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Dark Days Living in the Interior

I used to enjoy travelling around the interior western United States. But I never wanted to live there. In spite of it’s towering mountain ranges, mighty river systems, geological wonders and preponderance of National Parks, Forests and Monuments. I was always glad to get back to the west side of the Cascades, where the air …

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On The Beach at Marrowstone

It was an evening walk not unlike others We had made At that time of day And that time of the season In that same place. There was something about the pre-sunset light The way it slanted through the trees It warmed our complexions And the tones of our voices We commented about it out …

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On Gardening, For All the Tender Creatures

  Sometimes my heart stops for the tender little creatures in the world. Like the pair of fawns and the doe we’ve seen feeding in our  yard lately. During our morning walk today the little ones jumped right out in front of us not 20 feet ahead. They were so strong and graceful as they …

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The Price of Boom and Bust Success: It’s a Heart Thing

I’m not talking about the visionaries who dream and create and push us forward as a species, but the people who come after them and figure out how best to personally profit from their genius. They tend to garner most of the attention, as if the genius is unremarkable without the profiteering.

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Northwest Wildfires…Where There’s Smoke

The Northwest is on fire. I can smell it in the air. Smoke.  It’s in the light of the sky. Ten O’clock in the morning and the sky still has the yellow pallor of dawn. My Facebook page holds images of landscapes on fire, charred homes and businesses, neighborhoods back-lit by flames and billowing clouds …

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Everything that slows us down and forces patience, everything that sets us back into the slow circles of Nature, is a help. Gardening is an instrument of grace.      May Sarton

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The Writers Voices Inside my Head

I’ve been writing for a while now. I am not a professional, having one (don’t laugh mean people) published Essay to my credit. But I’ve been messing with writing on and off all my life. The last several years, I’ve been taking online classes, reading piles of books on writing, all helpful, and, most importantly, …

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How National Geographic Nurtured My Inner Environmentalist

When I was a young girl, we got the National Geographic Magazine. Like George Bailey, I thought our membership in the society meant something. It meant we were interested in the bigger world around us. It meant we cared about stuff that happened outside of our own back yards. It meant we were smart. There …

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Sally Tisdale on The West

“And who hasn’t leaned west, at least once? Caught in the longing for something far off, over a hill, around a bend–something just glimpsed in the falling sunlight of evening and tinted gold. We are each caught that way once or twice, struck dumb by the possibility of a life altogether new. And some of …

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