We need new positive stories to seed for the future. We are drowning in dystopian visions, both real and imagined these days.
For years it was my Plymouth Rock. The red rocks called out to me through the ethers. Come back, come back, they would say . . .
Perhaps it’s the similarity with the landscape of the land of my birth, Jamaica, that caused me to fall in
I call her Wild Woman, for those very words, wild and woman, create the fairy-tale knock at the door of
Dodona, located in a lush and remote valley in western Greece, is the oldest oracle site in Greece dating back
When I was a child in Jamaica, my father built a large telescope in our backyard in Havendale. It was
The Fifth Sacred Thing: A Manifesto for the 99% . . .even on this ruined and ravaged and poisoned earth,
The great African (Kenyan) environmentalist, founder of the Green Belt Movement and the first African woman to win the Nobel
What do you want? To sing, laugh, play, spread joy, comfort sorrow, bless babies, commune with cats and dogs, dance
In these stressful days filled with all manner of ecological and social turmoil, it is helpful to be reminded of