As aspiring amateur mycophiles, our relationship with fungus is admittedly narrow. We eat them, we try to identify them, we marvel at them, and we deeply respect and revere them as medicine for the mind and body. Yet our knowledge... Continue Reading →
Patiently, methodically, stretching and folding the dough, feeling the texture in my fingers, sticking to my cuticles. It feels right, a bit shaggy and damp, but reasonably formed. Fermented in the pantry for 12 hours, then on the hanging rack... Continue Reading →
Shannon first introduced me to the adage that "a river flows between banks" many years ago. She was describing the need for a clear container in transformational education experiences. But the adage extends beyond the watershed of education and into... Continue Reading →
We have been considering fungus recently. Reading books like Mycelium Running and An Entangled Life. A mycelial revolution begins to fruit here and there in the world, in places where it has always been, but where we have maybe failed... Continue Reading →
Village shopping is a delightfully inefficient practice rendered obsolete by grocery stores. Shopping in the old world sense, or perhaps even the way shopping can still happen in parts of New York or San Francisco. It is just called shopping,... Continue Reading →
By Celia Hare Temple IV rises 200 feet high above the tropical rainforest floor. I was on top feeling like a bird in the sky. My family and I took a road trip to the Petén, the northern most part... Continue Reading →
Scamp is the Marie Kondo of the trailer world. It's the stripped down, less is more, function is form kind of mobile living. Its simple brilliance can never be missed as the flash of red and white zips past on... Continue Reading →
Chile’s southern Los Lagos and Aisen regions captivate by elements. Sea, salt, fire, steam, ice, water, earth, mud. We are traveling from El Bolson in Argentina’s rain shadow into a saturated version of Chile. We pass Bariloche, Villa La Angostura,... Continue Reading →
Few relationships in human history are as romantic as that of a lone human soul (most often male) with their horse. Man (mostly), hat, rifle, panniers, tobacco, danger, possibilities, freedom. Riding in the blazing sun, riding in the setting sun,... Continue Reading →
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