The Way I See It: My Apprenticeship With Grief
I stood — looking out at a silver sea, waves swirling around my ankles — more than a year after my father’s passing. The ocean is different in September, more serious and less…
The Way I See It: Remembering My Dad
About a year ago, my mom suffered a minor stroke. She was planting flowers one moment, and in the next awoke on the pavement…
The Way I See It: This Must Be The Place
There must be a candle in one of our local boutique shops called “Vermont Summer.” If there isn’t, it would be fun to create…
The Way I See It: The Promise and Paradox of Spring
It’s mid-February in the northern woodlands. If you put your ear very close to the earth, you might hear her stirring. There is such…
The Way I See It: Between Fire and Water
This past week I noticed my paddle board — practically untouched in its resting place against the house — gathering slugs. I was feeling…
The Way I See It: Spring In Our Hearts
I always know it by the light. In my previous apartment, I’d awaken on or around equinox morning to find that the sun had shifted…
The Way I See It: Winter’s Gold
As a child growing up in a small New England town, I remember the burgeoning darkness and runway to the holidays with a mix…
The Way I See It: The River Wild
Since I returned home from a 12-day wilderness adventure a few weeks ago, friends have been asking me to re-tell the story of my…
The Way I See It: Permission to Change
Spring in Vermont brings with it the most obvious and outrageous changes, yet it starts off slow and subtle and requires the utmost patience. …
The Way I See It: Relief, Renewal, and Reunion
Until something missing or lost is recovered, we often don’t even know that we are missing it. I had a profound moment of insight…
The Way I See It: The Place That Holds Us All
The times we are living in are so big and often hard to hold. There are the obvious things: catastrophic climate change and exploding…
The Way I See It: Red, Right, Returning
This expression comes into play when a boater is returning (entering a channel from the open sea or proceeding upstream), and must keep the…
The Way I See It: Winter Refuge
“Stepping out of the busyness, stopping our endless pursuit of getting somewhere else, is perhaps the most beautiful offering we can make to our…
The Way I See It: Summer, Sense of Place and Wild Ocean Wisdom
It all began with a 4:15 a.m. wake-up call and alarm. The plan: To rise early enough to head out to the Cape Cod…
The Way I See It: Dispatches From the “Sweet” Single Life
Dispatches From the “Sweet” Single Life An old friend and I were whipping messages back and forth to each other after having been out…