Earth may be alive: not as the ancients saw her — a sentient Goddess with a purpose and foresight— but alive like a tree. A tree that quietly exists, never moving except to sway in the wind, yet ...

It was a crisp Sunday morning when we set out onto the McLeod Creek Trail, the air cool and clear. We gazed over at the McPolin Barn, standing majestically — our town’s signature welcome mat and ...