As we embark on our next phase in the St. Croix River Valley, we are grateful for all of you who have been our travel companions and have offered the support we have felt this past year.
Read MoreLike the wild plum tree, I feel the pull of both the light and darkness of the fall equinox. My patience wears thin, like the bark on that tree. My words can be sharp, like those thorns. I’m scarred and weathered. Sour and sweet.
I think it fair to say that we humans have a special gift for dreaming about what’s over the edge of our known world. I explore new things, creatively adapt to different circumstances, let new discoveries rise, and continue from there by telling stories about what I found.
Read MoreI have had the joy and privilege to experience silence so deep I could hear snowflakes falling, which can be pretty loud if they are the only things making noise.
Read MoreWhat could be better than eating a cantaloupe in August picked first thing in the morning from the Hoffman Farm and consumed less than 24 hours after being plucked from the vine.
Read MoreWhen the world’s problems feel too big to handle, I put on a pair of muddy old boots and hang out with 120,000 stinging insects.
Read MoreFor as long as I can remember I’ve been intrigued by rocks. As a little girl I thought of them as magic and later in my life, Chuck and I have used them as color pallets for the paintings we do.
Read MoreOur time as Holden Village Executive Director’s was completed last August. What an incredible experience and privilege it was to live in the remote wilderness of the Cascade Mountains.
Read MoreThe Pink Moon is believed to be a symbol of light, rebirth and renewal. A time to connect with the earth and the world around us in new and life giving ways.
Read MoreChuck and I watched several hawks soaring in the wind over the grasses looking for their lunch, and saw a pheasant pop out of the grass and take to the air.
Read MoreOn this Earth Day, Peg and I continue to find ourselves on the rural landscape of western Minnesota. Recent days have been cold and bright as we continue to explore the wetlands and the rolling farmland.
Read MoreWe appreciate all the local news reporters, people that live here, that refuse to turn away. Most local reporters and broadcasters have leaned into these concerns with open hearts, searching for core issues in our communities, and listening deeply.
Read MoreThe Man Who Planted Trees is a timeless eco-fable about what one person can do to restore the earth and in so doing plant hope.
Read MoreAs part of the human family and artists, it is our duty to speak out against hate.
Read MoreThe Earth’s well-being is an essential part of our well-being.
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