Do you remember the first time you noticed wild fire smoke in the atmosphere?  For me, it was during the summer of 2020.  Like so many others I found refuge from the pandemic in nature, spending afternoons hiking wilderness areas.  It was during one of those hikes that I watched wildfire smoke drift in.  The body cannot help but feel the distant destruction and grief as thick smoke floats through the air like a ghost. And so I ask myself these questions.  How have I contribut

On the horizon Emerald and Prussian Blue Swoon, hold hands and dance

The dance of sadness and joy