NOMAD DREAMING

Apricots were two days from picking when they got pounded by a brief but devastatingly intense hailstorm a few evenings ago. Instead of...

"To articulate the past historically does not mean to recognize it the way it really was. It means to seize hold of a memory as it...

"Homes aren't refuges from history, they are where history ends up." Bill Bryson in At Home: a Short History of Private Life The magic of...

This week's kitchen alchemy: a really simple loaf of buckwheat bread. There's no leavening agent or kneading required. Raw buckwheat is...

Patience isn't my strongest suit. Every day I have to restrain my greedy fingers from reaching out, squeezing, pulling, picking apricots...

I might have maligned the doves. A few months ago I accused them of eating all the black poppy (Papaver somniferum) seeds which I had...

Monday morning this week I managed my first paddle in two months. The ever present desert spring winds were quiet at this time of day,...

Today's  brunch: blue cornbread with fresh picked cilantro, homemade hummus and tangy (homemade) pickles. I am slowly regaining...

The festival of Beltane, often called May Day in the northern hemisphere, marks the halfway point between the spring Equinox and summer...

This week's visit to the bone doctors offices where I am never actually seen by a doctor but by a horde of technicians and assistants,...

After around about five years of no herbicides, and hand weeding the invasive goatshead thorns each monsoon season, native wildflowers...

Way back in late January, when I was staying at the Chinati Hotsprings in the far southwest Texas Mexico borderlands, I carved a new...

For the first time in over four weeks (32 days to be exact - more than one lunar cycle) I sat down at my sewing machine today. I have an...

Once upon a time long ago and far away when I was very young and in another country, I remember growing radishes effortlessly. They...

"Things are stronger where they have been broken," says a character in a genre fiction murder mystery novel which I am listening to....

A sign of spring here in the Chihuahuan desert is buzzards (aka turkey vultures - Cathartes aura) floating in huge wakes (yup that's the...

Normally I celebrate the equinoxes and solstices with a paddle, preferably at dawn when I can watch the light dance on water. This vernal...

An artist/art therapist friend once told me about the rule of three in relation to critical milestones on a journey to recovery and...

My hand knit socks do go well with the emergency room decor in my local rural hospital, don't they? I spent a few hours getting X-rays...

Sunday just past, the country where I currently live, adjusted clocks in the twice yearly absurdity called Daylight Savings. The change...