It’s New Year’s Eve and I’m sensing changes on the wind. Of course, that could just be the petrichor.
Today’s editing session has been interrupted by slobbery baby kisses.
The work will get done, eventually.
The H.J. Andrews Experimental Forest
embrace: to hold (someone) closely in one’s arms. From Middle English, encircle, surround, enclose; Old French, embracer, based on Latin ‘in’ ‘arm.’ (English Oxford Living Dictionaries)
Last week I had a writer’s residency in the 16,000-acre H.J. Andrews Experimental Forest. West of the Oregon Cascades, the Andrews is the most studied forest in North American and perhaps the world. Much of the forest is old growth, and some of it is ancient – between 500 and 700 years old.
Over 100 research projects are ongoing there, many of them so long-term the original researchers won’t live to see the outcomes. Walking through the forest, you’re liable to encounter a team of scientists digging in the soil to find out what it reveals about decades past. Or a massive Douglas Fir wired with sensors and instruments downloading data 24/7, such as leaf wetness and relative humidity.
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I love to learn. I also love to read. Opening a book allows new possibilities to flutter out in the world. I can capture these information butterflies with just a look and hold onto them forever.
Still, for all the wonder I hold for knowledge, I have to confess something shocking.
I hated going to school.
Yesterday was my birthday—my 36th. It’s not a particularly high number, nor a rounded one, but this year will probably be one of the most memorable for me. You see, last week, I did a thing, a BIG thing. I quit my job of almost 10 years.
I have come to tell you secrets from a secret society of which I belong to, secretly.
Tummy time is full of excitement.