A Wild Life

What is found in the wild.

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  • 2025

    I love asking people what they want the New Year to bring. Often this question is seen as a burden or bore, sometimes met with sarcasm or disdain. Interesting, no?

    I’m enchanted by people’s hopes and dreams. Tell me what you most yearn for. Tell me what you can’t wait to walk away from. What did 2025 represent on a worldly scale? A spiritual one?

    Who did you become. Who did you love. Who did you loose. Who did you love and loose?

    Perhaps the question is too intimate, too important to say aloud.

    Which is why I must continue to ask.

  • Winter is for Reflection.

    My hiking shoes shuffled along the dull dry path with only my footsteps and nearby chirps to be heard. Grey clouds filled the sky. It’s extra cold this winter in California.

    The crisp air was almost as loud as the nothingness felt around me. The world was at a pause and life was in hibernation. I felt part of the wild that surrounded me; numb, still, and unresolved.

    I couldn’t help but reflect that life is also harsh, bitter, and at times defeating. All that is alive is always looking to survive. To shy away from discomfort and danger is intuitive and necessary. Life is fleeting. It is only a moment after another. This Gray Squirrel I came across, sadly had no more moments left to live. I hope it had also been able to experience the more joyful seasons of life other than winter.

  • Mushroom Season

    Fall is often the season of falling. Leaves depart branches and softly settle onto cold ground. Light is brief in the sky, dominated by the darker quiet. What feels like a season of pause is also one of rebirth and color. Beneath the foliage or along sleeping logs, fungi of many shapes, colors and textures arise. Their discovery a joyful contradiction of Fall. Mushrooms are the life that appears surrounded by what is dead. They are a reminder of what awaits in the spring.