Wild Air Healing

Wild Air Healing

Wild Air Healing There is a classic picture of me in my mother’s old photo books. 6 years old. Cherry nosed, sick with the cold and flu. Bundled up in two layers of wool long underwear, scarf pulled up past my chin, bright yellow beanie pulled down to my eyes. In the...
Outside the Club? Head to the Wild.

Outside the Club? Head to the Wild.

Outside the Club? Head to the Wild. My six-year-old heart wanted more than anything to be in the Soapbox Club. My older brother and the neighbor girl up the mountain formed it. They had brightly colored plastic soapboxes, you know, like the ones you used to use for...
Survivalist Stories: Me Woman. Me Make Fire.

Survivalist Stories: Me Woman. Me Make Fire.

Survivalist Stories: Me Woman. Me Make Fire. What is it about being young that you think it’s fun to do dangerous, risky things? As children, the unknown is such a lure…and as we get older, it becomes such a liability.  My brothers and I used to dare each other...
Learning True Survival in a Bell Tent

Learning True Survival in a Bell Tent

True Survival, from Rwanda to a Bell Tent True Survival Goes Beyond Circumstance One month ago, I was in balmy Rwanda, working on a medical/educational development project my Grandfather started in 1978. It was immensely transformative to stand among the resilience of...
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