This is a new feeling for me: my work in print, offering me resonances I couldn’t have seen when it was only alive in my own head. Asking me what, exactly, I was thinking.
reflections
A Field Offering
Autumn rituals
“The Scale of the Human Enterprise”
I was walking up a field this morning, a few miles from home. I’m not sure whose field it is, actually; it must be private...
Unsafety & Real Talk
Some awkward vulnerability here, tbh.
Florilegium: The Overstory
Sacred reading practices and books that won the Pulitzer.
Tara K. Shepersky 