Exploring Transformation, Connection, and the Stories We Live By
A Story in Two Parts: Two. Glacier National Park
Glacier National Park is a landscape not only sublime but also contested. It’s a place shaped by history, marked by displacement, and layered with the stories of the Blackfeet and other Indigenous peoples who lived, prayed, and hunted here. Walk with me through McGee Meadow and the Huckleberry Lookout Trail to explore wildness, memory, and belonging.
A Story in Two Parts: One. The Arboretum
What is the difference between wild and tame? This article considers the way that spaces like an Arboretum provide both access to nature and a reminder that even cultivated landscapes can hold traces of wildness, inviting us to slow down, listen, and be present with the natural world.
What is a Rhizome?
Life is complex, interwoven, and intimately interconnected in ways we can barely grasp. The rhizome offers a way of seeing the world not as fixed and hierarchical but as fluid, tangled, resilient. It is a framework for understanding how ideas, species, pandemics, and revolutions spread, how life forms and reforms, how connections—seen and unseen—shape our realities. In this piece, I explore what it means to embrace this perspective and why it might just hold the key to reimagining our relationships, our struggles, and even our futures.
A Note to Humanity: Reflections on the Illusion of Isolation
Daisies are my heartflower. I search for them everywhere—reminders of resilience in the mundane, proof that beauty isn’t solitary but communal. Once, I knelt before a daisy in the rain, believing myself to be alone. The sky was heavy, the world pared down to shades of black and white, as if grief itself had stripped the color away. But as I looked through my camera lens, it felt she knew she was being seen. And in that moment, I understood: I was not alone either.
Isolation is an illusion. We belong. Not as singular beings, but as multitudes, as part of a vast and living world. This multispecied, impossibly interconnected world is a companion, dissolving loneliness into something older, something wilder, something true.