It's not exactly a secret that in the nonprofit world, grants ends and positions dissolve and people move on. After five years, this was the fate of the urban youth development program I worked at. Grieve and mourn are heavy words and I feared them, staved them off as long as I could. Then I… Continue reading Flowers for the Dead
Last thoughts from Arizona: I learned you can read up on lost gold fortunes in a hokey desert gift shop, or see exposed mine car lines along the Superstition Mountains. A used book shelf sits in one overlooked corner of an overpacked tchotchke store. Here, I found a true gem. This is an illustrated edition… Continue reading An Astronomer-Poet in the Superstitions
Arcosanti made me question the ways I think about community and communal living, and how deeply I live out my environmentalist beliefs.