The Habitat Forum was a six-day transformative event held in Vancouver in early June 1976. It brought together a diverse group of...

May 1991 I just received your fax, Sarah. What you say in it can’t be right. Tell me this isn’t true. This can’t be true. You are not...

Humpty Doo, Northern Territory, June 1992 The poet Antler claims, “To learn to die, cut down a tree.” I did that. I killed a huge tree....

Scream. Middle of nowhere. Screaming. Woman. Young woman. Screaming. Gracie’s scream, gigantic for a tiny woman, echoed between the...

I’ve never been a weaver. And I’ve always been a weaver. I believe that in the dance of existence, where the threads of life intertwine,...

Vancouver, Canada, 17 February 2024 In a world where the daunting reality of climate breakdown looms large, there’s a glimmer of hope...

Greetings everyone!! I’m back – and blogging. Expect a blog from this website every Saturday morning.I will share insights about the...

Oh, it’s been thrilling to have my beautiful Creeksong book available to the wider world. Finally!! Somebody asked me last week if I was...

This book is for the Earth. It celebrates the memory of the Beloved, Karl Langheinrich. This book also honors the life-affirming work of...

McLaren Street, Adelaide, South Australia, 1991 This story takes place in 1991. Months before I decide to move to Deep Creek. I’m...

This book has had a long gestation and many midwives. As the central, auto-ethnographic chapter in my PhD dissertation in environmental...

Much of my Creeksong book is about a midlife initiatory journey, most of which occurs in wild Nature. And, while I did not write about...