I plug my earbuds in and grab the vacuum that I’ve left upstairs because cleaning and dusting there is like cleaning a different house. We live mostly downstairs and come…
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I walked out just as the sun broke the horizon. I don’t seek this liminal moment. I don’t hope for extra enchantment. I take my time strapping up the dogs…
When I turned the corner of our house, two eyes flashed in my light. Our feral cat, Tiger ran ahead and sat. Why didn’t he bolt for the barn? He…
“Finally, finally the tears blew out of me into sobbing in the barn, the cats waiting impatiently for me to leave, Morgen quietly munching her hay. The light softening…
I was walking the road, my thoughts scattered by what I read on Facebook first thing. I don’t remember what it was that day, but I am obsessed about the…
Paul Kingsnorth says it’s not just the indigenous peoples have a sense of the world being alive or having relationships with animals. It’s also the Christian view of the world….
Seems like fear has settled over us like a fine, poisoned drizzle. The news, social media, talk shows are like crop dusters spraying ways for us to be afraid and…
I delight in squirrels running the trees, jumping from one to the other, sometimes dropping ten feet from one twig to an another. They curl around each other, fighting. I…
The tiny sparrow hopped ahead of me. (Before, it was a junco by the house.) She’d lift a bit and then trot along. This time while I was walking on…
I’m reposting these two WNIJ posts as tributes to our feral cat, Gray. We said goodbye to him today. When Feral Cats Show Up It’s magical when feral cats show…