Solitude and Togetherness in the Woods
Last week, a friend sent me a lovely Mary Oliver poem: How I Go to the Woods Ordinarily I go to the woods alone, with not a single friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore unsuitable. I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds or...
About Me
I’ve worked in both the social service and environmental education fields, and have learned that combining the two is a deeply powerful way to support people.