I’m on the top of a red rock mesa. Stunted junipers, flowering cliff rose and bright red penstemon, the desert sun. I can’t remember the...

It is a beautiful day, past 70, the sun somehow soft. Hard to believe that just a couple of days ago the trees were gloved with ice. Now,...

[Another post from the archives of graduate school. Like The Knowing of Blood, this piece was for an ecopsychology course. The assignment...

[I wrote this piece in the spring of 2020 for a course in ecopsychology when I was a graduate student at Pacifica. I've left all the...

I am positively obsessed with direct sunlight. It has a power over me, so generous, and deliciously demanding. Sit here and be pleasured....