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May 14, 2012
A grey New England spring morning that anticipates afternoon rain. Wildflowers bud and flower, pastures green. My thoughts return to a Costa Rican cloud forest bushwhack.
March 12, 2012
It’s been […]

Dear Clara,

It’s been 13 years since our journey together into Las Meninas and my writing the words below.  The earlier writing was part a journal I kept while I was studying at Antioch New England Graduate […]

A curious imagining as I walked today and looked up at trees just beginning to leaf this early spring. I pictured my life as one of these trees, with each moment dividing into branching possible futures. The […]

To explain where I am now. I’m writing from Finca Amapala, located south of Monteverde, and south of the San Luis valley. (A finca is a farm). Finca Amapala is the location of an albergue, a hut for hikers, […]

It’s been a while since I updated. My project of reflecting on “Green Mountain” has entered a second year of blogging, and led me back to a source: Monteverde, Costa Rica. I am dividing my time between staying […]

Morning mist rests on the Behr fields hiding Pearl and Alexandra, my two Oberhalsi goats. Grass is heavy and wet with dew. This cool morning promises to become a hot September day; skies are clear also pale in a […]

Trail to Green Mountain, a Costa Rican adventure scheduled for April 2012 Trail to Green Mountain is a 9 day Costa Rican for people who want to enjoy sun and beaches, volcanos and tropical forests, but who also who want to experience what lies underneath: continuing deforestation, the downsides of “eco” tourism, fishing communities struggling…[Read more]

Morning mist rises from within the rim of Buel’s Gore, finding a hidden way to slip between the ridges. This gathered release of last night’s cold rain gives way to a mixed clarity: the air seems to have a transparency that I associate with late August in New England, but the pale, pastel blue sky [...]

Gentle rain, welcome rain. The wet spring seems far away, and a few mostly dry weeks have left us wanting rain. Rain patters, but not in the staccato  pattern of scurrying mice. Soft Rain hits or misses each leaf, the voice of white noise of mist and clouds. —  Buel’s Gore, Vermont * * * Introduction and Table of [...]

Sun, cloud and blue trade places as wind pushes the sky. The wind turbine spins and trees jostle. Green deepens, summer quickening, prescience of autumn. * * * My previous two posts — exercises in using the Whole Communities quadrant map as a flexible tool — have led me to a few of new thoughts on the Whole Measures [...]

Here in Buel’s Gore, Vermont heavy, humid heat was chased away by cool, dry air. Not before a clash, though: rolling, roiling clouds scattered rain, sometimes gently, sometimes in fierce bursts. Today there is more cloud than blue, and clouds are swift, so sunlight appears and disappears, skittering across tittering leaves. Green pasture…[Read more]

Here in Vermont we’ve returned to hot and steamy after a few days of dryness and blue skies. Yesterday moisture moved in, dulling the blue and gradually adding weight and wet to the air. Last night the sky released starting with gentle rain and moving to steady drumming. *** This is the second blog post inspired by [...]

It’s a still, steamy morning. A heavy sky presses down on the already heavy air. Summer green deepens, bird song slips between the heavy foliage and atmosphere as an ever-so-slight breeze parts the humidity. Layers of air like rumpled sheets and blankets; layers of scents: moldy earth, damp cotton, pencil shavings. I recently had the privilege [...]

The first day and night of summer, the longest and shortest day and night, summer solstice, have passed and we slowly return to the reversal of light and dark that will carry us to winter solstice. The increasingly shortening days and lengthening nights are barely perceptible on a daily basis because the change is so [...]

One thinks that one is tracing the outline of the thing’s nature over and over again, and one is merely tracing round the frame through which we see it. (Wittgenstein, Philosophical Investigations, page 48) I have moved to the Green Mountains of Vermont. My new home provides me with new sights, sounds and smells, an ecology that [...]