Painting the Snow by Vivian Drescher The ExperienceI find myself in the cold winter wood, slightly off the path. Looking ahead, I discover a gap in the trees basking in the light of the moon. The area, foreign to me; is it a lake or is it just a field? Will [...]
Power of Coldby Ian Cotter The most beautiful and the most painful experiences I’ve ever had as a human being have taken place in the wilderness. Backpacking and hiking, I’ve found, have the remarkable capacity to crush your spirit and rebuild it again, in the same fatal blow. One such time [...]
Willkómmen to Cascadiaby Sean Stiny Cutting a trail through a light snow, mashing the leaves under our boots into a russet porridge, we made haste up the closed campground road and reached the trailhead in the lee of the mountain. On approach, a flash of gold lit up the hillside. Then another. [...]
After my first child died unexpectedly in Namibia when she was 17 days old, it took me over a year to be ready to try to conceive again. ...
Covered in dust, sweat, and bicycle chain grease, we finished the second day of our bike tour at an unexpected desert oasis somewhere in California along the Mexico border.
In 2018, I returned to India as a newly minted master’s student from the UK, and I confessed to my mother over our first meal together that I could no longer eat her Sunday chicken. ...
Knowing myself is knowing the spaces I came to be and the people I have come to reflect.
I never expected beekeeping to bring forth such questions of morality and introspection.
And somehow, we have still managed to place ourselves at the center of discovering a new form of communication.
I find myself lost, craving and consumed. I’m caught in the middle of every memory, and every what-if.
