WORDS | Maria Renee Johnson

A Mountain's Agency

It's mid-Springtime, now, here in the Sonoran Desert. The Palo Verde trees whose branches remain green, true to their name, are...

Change + Chaos as Invitation Toward Aliveness

A more winding piece than usual... I believe this particular bit of writing is a part of my grieving process, about everything all...

Thank you, Barry Lopez

Last year, I was fortunate enough to see the author Barry Lopez speak in Eugene, Oregon. Not only was I moved by the messages he relayed,...

One of Those Days

To pick up a dead hawk From the side of the road And sing her into the next ~ To swallow the clouds As nourishment, as a way To remember...

Between a Living and a Dying

With a collective grief rolling through our bodies – with a looming and questioning – with a reminder of our and our loved ones'...

You Belong to Yourself and We are for Each Other

I’m thinking about you all in these strange and uncertain times, this great unraveling, revealing, and transition that is continuing to...

Observations, Coronavirus: Week One

Day 1. I do not know what to think. My feelings feel too much. I spend the day spinning somewhere over my body. Day 2. Venturing out, I...