Across time and culture, we have always turned to the earth to support us through rites of passage and other times of radical transformation in our lives. From wilderness quests to clarifying walks in the woods, the living world is our ally and midwife in the...
The year I was sixteen, on a hot summer’s day I was initiated into my body into possibility into courage anointed by a raging wall of white water, kissed ever-so-lightly by my own mortality. I was changed. The person I...
Walking through the forest more slowly than usual feeling the crunch of every stone beneath my boots and with the weight of everything I required to meet my basic needs resting firmly on the width of my hips my skin started to expand reaching for...
(the following article is reprinted from my original publication in Wild Woman Magazine) When I am adrift, the ocean calls me. She reminds me that whatever threatens to unmoor me that day is minuscule when held up against the fundamental, undeniable...
I am sitting in my hiking shorts, smelling of campfire. My pockets are heavy with a smooth piece of rose quartz and the headlamp I used to light the fire before the sun rose this morning. I am filled with a combination of gratitude and bewilderment for a...
