I live under towering Ponderosa Pines, 70 and 90 feet tall, the most iconic native plant in the inland northwest region. They give shade — so much shade I can’t grow vegetables in my yard. Ponderosas live a few hundred
Yesterday evening I rode my bike along the river here in Eugene. I re-listened to our Cohort session from last week with Leonore Three Stars. Many things she said resonated with me and brought back memories. She talked about the
In the words of Wendell Berry: There are no unsacred places; there are only sacred places and desecrated places. Over the past few years something has been stirring in my heart springing forth from two unique and distant
“There are no unsacred places; there are only sacred places and desecrated places.” This Wendell Berry quote, captured my attention when Lenore spoke it to us. It has held my attention since our session, as I find myself continuing to
In my work in college admissions, I’ve been fortunate to spend significant time in Hawaii. Often, when people hear about my work there, they say something like, “Oh, that must be rough!” Usually, the implication is that I’m spending lots
Our time with Lenore last week was so inspiring and thought-provoking. She has given me new language for and perspective on some long-held beliefs. I feel like it will take me months, maybe years, to process everything I’ve been learning
I really appreciated this session with Lenore ThreeStars. In particular, it instilled in me a renowned appreciation for the interconnection of all things, which we can really lose in the Western world. I appreciated her share that when Native people
Growing up, stewardship of creation was not a high value. I was taught to be a good steward of course, but this exclusively meant being a good steward towards others. Be generous. Be gracious. Be kind. I was taught to
It’s a perfect time for me to be home in Portland, because the weather has been mostly gorgeous and the trees ands flowers have been bursting forth with so much beauty. I have felt really cared for after many months
Elizabeth Neumann’s image of the raging fire hit home. I feel like in our society now there are two big camps: there is one side cheering as everything burns down, naively thinking that they’ll be spared and everything that’s burning
