A writing coach asked me what the corporate version of my tent was.
Porcupine! I smiled as the source of ruffling leaves made itself known to me.
When I am quiet I hear the woodpecker keeping the beat to the symphony of ruby-crowned kinglet trills, chickadee-dee-dees, and phoebes, to webbed feet running on water, to water lapping on rock.
It’s not what you think.
It’s a lovely feeling to walk into an industry event and neither feel like a fraud nor have fear and shyness paralyze me. It’s been a phenomenon for me a few times this spring now.
A quick post to say hello and I think of you often. I have been writing a ton lately about canoeing. Just not for this space. I have a number of longer term projects that I’ve made progress on and I can’t wait to share them with you. But it feels like it could be aContinue reading “Writing, writing, writing”
We are currently sitting at a little over 7 billion humans on Earth. In 1959 we sat at about 3 billion. We have more than doubled our population in less than the lifespan of a baby boomer. While every other species on Earth has a definable range or habitat in which they can live, we humansContinue reading “What’s Your Ecological Impact?”