Stories

This essay was first published in March issue of Deep Times, a Journal of the Work That Reconnects Network.

“Maybe “the moonshot of our time” is closer than we think and available for us all: it happens in our inner space.”

Meillä kolmella Yhdysvalloissa pitkään asuneella suomalaisella ei ole ratkaisua Suomen Nato-kantaan mutta oma perspektiivimme siihen millaista on asua Nato-maassa.

“The garden, which includes the fauna and fungi as well as flora, has its own needs, I have mine and both those needs are constantly changing. So I think of gardening as more of a conversation or dance. In that sense the garden is a cooperative effort or co-creation.”

One Wild One series introduces us to the Wild Ones Western Pennsylvania members and how we are healing the Earth one yard at the time. Who and what are we? What does it mean to be a Wild One?

Here's my story of a man who is gone yet is still helping me navigate our turbulent times.

This odd and wild spring of 2020, I followed a Northern Cardinal couple sending their chicks out to the world while my first-born graduated from high school.

Maybe the best thing we can do is to pause, even if it means short snippets of time here and there. Pause before we speak, pause before we act on behalf of all we hold dear. We can let go of only what we are aware of. When we let our body and mind settle, a new clarity arises. Maybe it’s the clarity of trees.

Each year, PennFuture honors the accomplishments of exceptional women conservationists, and this year their focus is on SouthWestern Pennsylvania. This essay is a dialog between Kirsi and Ann Rosenthal discussing their awards and their history of environmental engagement.

This morning before dawn I woke up to it: Pain for the world. Not just my pain but pain shared by so many of us.

“Talking about hope becomes increasingly difficult. How to talk about this without increasing anxiety and yet be hopeful, useful and true?”

At first I thought it was a branch falling but then realized we were surrounded by green. ...nothing but green, and the windshield shattered - like water crystallizing to ice, just more man-made and square. Time froze for a moment.