Earth, Our Beloved “What we need is a great, powerful, tremulous falling back in love with our old, ancient, primordial Beloved, which is the Earth herself.” Martin Shaw We are, after all, creatures of Earth—relating from first breath to last with an incomprehensibly diverse and interdependent community of other earthborn beings. It’s one thing to… Read more
by Carmen Accetta I know a woman who talks to animals. “So?” you say, “I do that.” Well, she also talks to birds, frogs, insects, and plants. “I’ve done that,” you say? Yes, but when they answer, she knows what they’re saying, and sometimes they initiate the conversation. She is a professional advocate for all… Read more
By Mike Abkin It was the mid-1990s. I was well settled in my long-time technical career and working as an aviation systems analyst at a small government contracting firm in Sunnyvale, California. When the weather was nice, which was often the case, I made it a point at lunchtime to escape from the world of… Read more
by Gail Straub Today is the autumn equinox, and fall wraps itself around me with a blustery wind. In the field below, grasses turn burgundy and amber. Asters dot the hillsides like violet stars. Along the lower ridges and hollows, the hardwood forests display wide sweeps and curves of yellow, as if a giant… Read more
by Susan Prince When I was young I read Moby Dick and was both fascinated and horrified by the evil whale that hunted down whalers and could sink their ships. Recently I learned Moby was a sperm whale – a member of one of the most intelligent species of animals in the ocean who communicate… Read more
by Kathy Kaiser When I bought my cabin in the mountains some 10 years ago, it was with some vague idea of re-creating the place that I loved most in my childhood. My family had a cabin on a lake in northern Wisconsin, where we spent two weeks each summer. Far from the suburbs of… Read more
by Laurie Baumgarten By age five, I was scampering all over the island. A bit chubby, but sure-footed, I skipped around to different beaches, running full-bore along decaying seawalls, climbing over slippery, seaweed-covered rocks, and scraping my bare feet on barnacle colonies. The parental neglect that this rampant wandering represented gave me the utmost… Read more
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