The Summer Day Who made the world? Who made the swan, and the black bear? Who made the grasshopper? This grasshopper, I mean-- the one who has flung herself out of the grass, the one who is eating sugar out of my hand, who is moving her jaws back and forth instead...

What a year it has been.  This year I have lived out of a suitcase, been generously cared for by friends and community, been brought to my knees with fear and grief, and cultivated a kind of presence that I have longed for. When we own nothing, when we live nowhere,...

Photo by Robin Clark Warning: Gratitude Slam People often ask me, how did you get to where you are today? Translation: what circumstances caused you to become such an unconventional creature? As I have made it to another birthday and look at my wild ride of a life, I...