Look at your feet. You are standing in the sky. When we think of the sky, we tend to look up, but the sky actually begins at the earth. We walk through it, yell into it, rake leaves, wash the dog, and drive cars in it. We breathe it deep within us. With every breath, we inhale millions of molecules of sky, heat them briefly, and then exhale them back into the world.

Part of the irony of environmentalism is questing for solutions when you know you're part of the problem.

Which is crueler, an old man's lost memories of a life lived, or a young man's lost memories of the life he meant to live?

Hurricane season brings a humbling reminder that, despite our technologies, most of nature remains unpredictable.

We evolved as creatures knitted into the fabric of nature, and without its intimate truths, we can find ourselves unraveling.

As fleeting emotions stalk it, a face can leak fear or the guilt of a forming lie.

The further we distance ourselves from the spell of the present, explored by our senses, the harder it will be to understand and protect nature's precarious balance, let alone the balance of our own human nature.