Festivals for the Dark

Festivals for the Dark

… Autumn is a variegated season, known for its mystery and ever-changing pallet. It’s a season of vibrant golden and green beauty here on the Ridge, punctuated in scarlet; a season of sweet potatoes in the garden and crackling fires in our woodstoves. It...
Way Upstream

Way Upstream

A friend involved with regional efforts to protect the Chesapeake Bay once told me of a meeting she attended in which representatives of area organizations and advocacy groups stood one by one to enumerate their steps and actions in the cause.  After quite a while of...
The Cedars of Lebanon

The Cedars of Lebanon

In the human imagination, and as they have been throughout the ancient world, the cedars of Lebanon are sacred trees, planted by God.  They are long-growing, strong, the material of temples and voyages in sea-roaming ships. Recently I read a piece in The New York...
Ghost Pipes

Ghost Pipes

Monotropa uniflora is a small plant, wholly white, a pale translucent flute known as Ghost Pipe or Ghost Plant. It bends at the top and has but a single flower. Without chlorophyll, it cannot create energy as green plants do, from the sun.  Instead it draws energy...
Breaking the Spell

Breaking the Spell

(Photography by Joy Houck Bauer) “They say Aslan is on the move.” The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe by C.S. Lewis has enthralled me ever since I was 9 and read the Puffin book with its pen and ink illustrations by Pauline Baynes.  Many generations of children have...
I am so distant from the hope of myself…

I am so distant from the hope of myself…

I recently participated in a conversation in which dissatisfaction or dissonance was a recurring theme poignantly and piercingly captured in a line quoted from a Mary Oliver poem: I am so distant from the hope of myself, in which I have goodness, and discernment…...