I am a radical extremist. I was radicalized at an early age, by living in the deep woods. I became accustomed to the presence of the Living World and found the company of tall, quiet, mature trees and the living soil congenial from a young age. By the time I was a young adult, I…
“You cannot step in the same river once.” ~ Chuang Tzu (maybe) The weather has changed again. After so many days of the children running outside barefoot, talking about Spring. After a roof and walls went up on the outbuilding so large I think we could almost move into it. After surveying the damage of…
First, I heard it. Old trees being felled on a wealthy man’s land. The sound of Greed. Then, everywhere I walked, its present was evident. I saw it in the roiling mud of a flooded stream, in the eroded hillside above. I smelled it in the putrid rich stink of industrial chicken litter being…
Once upon a time, I visited the Roof of the World. It was a long flight. The airplane flew all the way up, then seemed to come only half way down, and there we were, in Lhasa. This time of year, I think about Tibet often. It was this time of year, something like thirteen years…