Can Nature Heal Our Grief?

H is for Hawk by Helen Macdonald is a memoir about how she trained a northern goshawk for falconry after her father's unexpected death. Like her experiences, the book is full of strange, wonderful, and unexpected things, including stories about T.H. White. But the most unexpected thing was when she called John Muir a liar... Continue Reading →

Patience as Action

In case you are wondering, I'm still sick. It's day 16 of this virus and I am ready to be well again. While I've been gradually getting better, last night my throat pain flared back up and I was afraid I was headed for a major relapse. This morning I am tired, but not in... Continue Reading →

There Is No Hurry. (Right?)

I've been sick for a week now and am getting better oh-so-slowly. It's an opportunity to work on being patient with myself and my body, but lessons in patience are my least favorite kind. This lesson has included changing my expectations in big ways, from skipping a chance to see Chihuly Nights at the Denver Botanical... Continue Reading →

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