As boys, my brother and I were constantly getting lost in the woods. This was mainly because we thought that every space between trees that wasn’t grown up with brush constituted a path. Once we had gotten away from the edge of the woods, we were lost. That happens when your reference is the path of least resistance. I once

One of the fascinating things about wood is that it continues to have some characteristics of life after it is cut down and removed from its source of nutrients. Its cellular structure (life a set of soda straws) continues to fill and empty of fluid, depending on the humidity and wetness in its vicinity. As these cells fill, the wood

Deadlines are coming. Things are being added even as the list stretches on and on. Life is pressing in on us. Sometimes we find ourselves in the same position, seemingly, as the young parents at two in the morning with twins. The hard thing to remember is that it is life that is pressing. We can see ourselves as victims