The Free Radical

First, allow me to report that Richard (Turkey Vulture) was briefly seen in the distance. He merely tipped his wing in farewell. The New Vision has been passed along and anchored into the New Earth. The late season dandelions are (…)

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That’s inchworm standing straight up there. “‘You are what you eat.’ Everyone understands the truth in this statement. It’s obvious. It is primarily understood however strictly from a physical perspective. I wish to draw your attention to its energetic relevance (…)

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‘Tis the season for breaking spider webs with my face. The trick is to not walk through the forest with my mouth open… lest I accidentally swallow a spider. Ew! In a previous Report, I issued a missive on behalf (…)

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Wow! Momentous! What didn’t happen today? At the first lookout, less than a half hour into my walk, I was greeted by Richard (Turkey Vulture), keeper of the New Vision. This was our closest interaction ever. He’s usually way up (…)

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For many years I regarded the Mesa as a relatively barren flat-topped hill sporting a few sparse grasses and scrub. In fact, I thought of it as more of a giant anthill than anything else. After this summer’s countless discoveries (…)

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I’m a foraging heretic. Sometimes I just can’t resist trying something new, even though I don’t have a clue what it is I’m trying. I’ll start small, trying just a nibble or a bite… and then decide whether it tastes (…)

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I eat a lot of purple. By now, you’ve probably gathered that during my forages through the forest I tend to favour flowers. The only seasonal fruits available at this time in the wild are rose hips and choke cherries. (…)

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Today’s photo was actually taken from my front yard. The area depicted is where I take my daily forest walks. Today, our little town awoke to a very heavy and thick fog. Today’s message is my own. You never know (…)

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Sometimes I just don’t know what to feel… or, er… how I feel about some of the things I encounter. Though I move rather slowly through the forest, my general rule is to keep moving. That’s why I use my (…)

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Gotta love the emerald green of glacial meltwater! It makes me ask “What is the value of such beauty?” The answer to this question can only be answered individually. All rivers flow to the same destination… All roads lead to (…)

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