Diary of a Woman Healing in our Slice of Wilds (excerpt edition): It is May 15, 2025: two years since May 15, 2023, the day we moved away from our river house. But May 15 was not the day that marked the end of living in a state of near-constant-crisis, that hadn’t ended yet. We were moving then, at the speed of crisis. That lasted for a while. During this.. Read More
The change of the seasons is the same as the boundary between sand and sea, blurred. This week it has nearly seemed Winter, Spring, and Autumn all at once in our slice of wilds. Then to top off this conflux of seasons in these parts we saw something most unique out of any of our years living in a forest by a rushing river so far. We don’t know for.. Read More
The intensity of the river can be heard from our front road, an entire acre away. Its continual word, shh. It’s shushing us. Even as we turn to leave the drive, we’re being reminded. Shush. Maybe we’re learning. We’ve been practicing putting our hands over our eyes while we pray. We’re taking our sense of sight away briefly in hopes to notice it better when it is returned. Maybe, with.. Read More