Girovago, the drifter
In this allegory, a conversation between a grandmother and her grandchild, I explore some of what makes a community strong, … Continue reading Girovago, the drifter
Author: Olivia Heminway
How’s the weather?
Weather as a topic of conversation has probably been around for as long as humans have talked with each other. … Continue reading How’s the weather?
What’s next?
Recently, I’ve been reflecting on what it means to me to live sustainably. I say ‘to me’ because I think … Continue reading What’s next?
Clearing Paths
I. Blessed rain after two months of cold earth turning to dust. I find myself inside with my pieces of … Continue reading Clearing Paths
Masquerade
The other evening at a village council meeting, I was suddenly struck by the scene of this round of human … Continue reading Masquerade
Summer Bookends
5th June Maybe because it rained most of April and much of May, maybe because countries are determined to open … Continue reading Summer Bookends
Circles that sustain me
Circles have no corners to hide in, they are not hierarchical, the line is coming together, a round of song, … Continue reading Circles that sustain me
The Stories Our Trails Tell
A multitude of paths criss-cross these mountains, each cut for a specific purpose. Traders, pilgrims, shepherds, gatherers of wild foods, … Continue reading The Stories Our Trails Tell
Old Wolf Winter
This poem speaks to this time of year… and perhaps to what is going on in Washington. As I write … Continue reading Old Wolf Winter
Three Stories for this January
I wanted to write a commentary on what is happening, especially in the US but haven’t been able to find … Continue reading Three Stories for this January
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