Music was my first meditation,” says Charlotte Bell, as she serenely reflects on her youth, when she was first learning to play an instrument. “It was as if I was returning to something I was missing when I found [Buddhist] meditation later in life.”More...
When wildlife biologists or other researchers are out in the field doing science and gathering data, they are trained not to project, emote, or intervene when, say, they see a malnourished fox sitting by a stream or a wolf pack take down and devour an elk calf. In fact, the quality and the value of their work depend on their ability to detach from their personal feelings. Although science is not immune to error, as far as we know it is more reliable than any other kind of knowledge, particularly when it comes to providing us with the information we need in order to make responsible decisions about wildlife and the environment that supports it.More...
Summer garden, I have a confession to make. I’m no longer in love with you. I can’t take it anymore. You’re just so demanding, always needing me to water you and weed you, all while it’s HOT outside and my friends are leaving for rafting trips and festivals. When we entered this relationship I was hungry for zucchini and tomatoes, but seriously, you’ve been smothering the sauce right out of me. I can’t take it anymore. I’m leaving you, summer garden. But I still wanna be friends.More...
Eating is a practical matter. We all need, in some fashion, to do it. Under the guise of family management, it also becomes culture. My mother arose to make me breakfast every morning of my grade school and high school career, we’re talking everything from cereal and milk to French toast (made with homemade bread), tomato soup and hamburgers. Dinner was planned at the lunch table. The shelves of the fruit cellar—that dark room in the basement that everyone else called the root cellar—were lined with bottled produce.More...
The brains behind the eclectic structure going up on the site of the old T Street Market in the Avenues is ShruDeLi Ownbey, a woman so talented a teacher and harpist she twice received the Distinguished Teacher Award from the White House Commission on Presidential Scholars. But music is not Ownbey’s only passion. So is having a net zero emissions home, a dream she and her husband Ray, a retired English professor, are slowly, painstakingly realizing on this small property in Salt Lake’s lower Avenues.More...
It would be wise to make “There’s something for everyone” your mantra this week—and while you’re at it, the next several weeks as well. The planets are busy changing direction, which means many might find it necessary to recalibrate plans and schedules. But more importantly, beneath this busy astral buzz the wild and the wacky continue to coalesce into the weird. A good attitude about other peoples’ choices, especially their emotional eccentricities and idiosyncratic behavior, is essential. Do not pass Go until you’ve located your anti-judgment pills.
It’s another wacky week, here on planet Earth, and trying to make sense of almost anything is going to require a level head that’s able to discern the true from the false and the fact from the fiction. Even if you’re the most practical, most wise, and most insightful observer of human nature and current events, you’re still likely to be surprised by the unforeseen plot twists and sudden reversals of fortune that are possible—okay, probable—this week. The best way through the morass of stupefying phenomena is compassion, even for the people who are contributing to the chaos.
I certainly don’t mean to sound cavalier about the great many trials and travails so many of my fellow travelers are currently experiencing and have been experiencing for quite some time. But I’m beginning to feel as if I have “Post Traumatic Astro Disorder.” So much so that even positive planetary configurations trigger my duck-and-cover response. (And I don’t think the planets are causal, with the exception of Mercury Retrograde and Uranus anything.) But this week is yet another week of unusual plot twists and turnabouts—or better yet, toss-abouts—so many that even the unimaginative are likely to feel like roustabouts. Daily life increasingly resembles a circus—but not necessarily the good kind (if there is such a thing).
The erratic pace of recent weeks continues, but as the days and nights of this week unfold, certain tensions settle down. Don't misunderstand; we're still in the midst of several significant transitions, and nervous systems reflect the flux. But moods are moving away from confrontation as a way of spending excess energy. The impetus for personal freedom also persists, but this week it actually becomes more refined, if only because the motivation behind that drive toward independence is more grounded than it has been in a long while.
Explore your depths.
—by Suzanne Wagner
"Farmer's Market," by Sophie Soprano.
On the verge of banishing the long, dark shadow of fossil fuels.
—by John deJong
Opening the Door of Compassion: A response to the tragedy of Cecil.
—by Charlotte Bell
It's melon season!
—by Alison Einerson
Support our troupes.
—by Amy Brunvand
Reasons to take up this month's Eat Local Challenge.
—by Katherine Pioli
The Age of Whatever: Applauding parents, however they came to be.
—by Dennis Hinkamp