Travel writing, essays and poetry through the lens of animism, ecology, myth, and activism.

Dry. Sun. Cracked earth. Turquoise and dried peppers Blue corn waves in the wind Woolen blankets of the brightest reds and oranges...

Spring in the Oregon high desert. It is a stunning landscape, east of the Cascade range. Where Douglas Fir and Red Cedar gives way to Ponderosa Pine..

As we left Glasgow driving over the river Clyde the hills rose up over us rhododendron and hawthorn Buttercup carpets I am quiet, listening...

At the land of the sparkling waters, I put my hand upon the stone being and let my mind loosen, my heart widen, the third eye blink open...

It was an unseasonably warm day in late May, at the northwest edge of Loch Ness, outside of Abriachan. Scotland. Scotland, and much of Europe...