GRETEL MARYSDATTER ENCK

The Mississippi Delta is shining like a National guitar I am following the highway down the river Through the cradle of the Civil War....

Snuck in a sweet Sunday hike today with one of the finest humans I know. We drove up into the Davis Mountains to Madera Canyon, part of...

Sixteen years ago today I sat in my truck looking out on a cold blustery day in the California desert. I had just arrived for a seasonal...

“Wake up,” comes from the loudspeaker every morning at 6:30. “Wake up, Standing Rock.” Followed by a litany of humorous encouragement on...

I have mentioned before the prevalence of coincidence in my life. Alignment with my path? No coincidence, no story? The past couple of...

No, I'm not a farm worker, and I'm not a Latina, and I don't even live in California anymore. But that doesn't mean we're not just a...

I was taking a break from the world today and wondering if I needed to add fish back into my diet when I was transported back to my...

I think I’ve been trying to write this post for a year, since I was at Buddha camp. But it’s hard to condense it into words. Mary Oliver...

Last year we had the fire on Oak Creek, and my house survived. Saturday we had the 100 year flood, and although my house is still...