By Katherine Hale - “When I die, bury me in a plain pine box six feet under in the backyard,” I announced to my family at Sunday dinner. “Nothing too fancy, please.” My father paused, momentarily distracted from his spaghetti. “I think there are laws against that,” he said, with diplomatic aplomb. Surprisingly, no. It's… Continue reading Six Feet Under
A professionally polished Petoskey stone, similar to what you would find for sale in shops throughout Michigan. The diagram in the corner indicates scale. Photo by Dr. Mark Wilson of the College of Wooster, Ohio, via Wikimedia Commons. By Katherine Hale - This summer, transport yourself to the eastern shore of Lake Michigan, near the… Continue reading The Hidden Gems of Lake Michigan
By Shelby Perry - “There is magic in running water, for after I have thought its life history all out there is still much unexplained.” These are the words of my great-grandfather, from a book he wrote ninety-three years ago called Man’s Spiritual Contact with the Landscape. I never met him, as he died… Continue reading Magic Waters
By Katherine Hale - Eight hundred years ago, the Japanese Zen master Dogen wrote, “The green mountains are always walking.” I was instantly taken with the truth of his words. Of course the green mountains (and the Green Mountains of Vermont) are always walking! How could they not? Dogen didn't know what I know about… Continue reading Green Mountains Walking
By Bryan Pfeiffer - YOU DON'T NEED PUNXSUTAWNEY PHIL to know which way the wind blows. Groundhog Day ain't about shadows. It's about sex. Birds and rodents now begin a season of foreplay. No, spring is not around the corner – at least not here in Vermont. Songbirds don't rely on the vagaries of weather… Continue reading Shadows and Sex
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