Nature’s calls resonate all around me. Whether I’m home on the banks of the West Chickamauga Creek in Northwest Georgia, at my Dad’s on Lake Winneconne, Wisconsin, or visiting my children, friends and relatives in Arizona, Utah, Lake Tahoe area or the Pacific Northwest, Nature’s calls reach out to me, grab me and hold me…
I’m reading “Braiding Sweetgrass” by Robin Wall Kimmerer. It’s about Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge and the Teachings of Plants written by a scientist who is also a member of the Citizen Potawatomi Nation. Kimmerer teaches botany and ecology at a university several times a week. One morning, she surveyed her 3rd year students, asking them…
Recently, I relaxed in the water rapids and deep pools of the #WestChickamaugaCreek near my home in Northwest Georgia. It was a typical hot, muggy, sunny Georgia noon, and the cool water called my name. As I floated, wandered and sat in the creek — sometimes only inches deep, sometimes over my head — I…
I’m environmental activist tired. Today I went out to my back yard garden. I pulled up a bunch of native grasses that recently went to seed, and threw them in the brush pile. The brushpile is about 10 feet high, made out of non-native privet bush branches I’ve been trimming on my acreage. I’m piling…