During the SCSA course, everything was dubbed a teacher, a carrier of knowledge and wisdom. Academia coupled with nature-based experience transported me into a realm of knowing that pushed boundaries,

Ki’s ears quivered and twisted, tracking the movement of the prairie dogs like sunflowers track the sun.[1] Their head flicked back and forth inquisitively, sometimes side-eyeing the ground, ears pinned

Boots laced up and skin lathered with sunscreen, we wove our way through the neighborhood until we saw Fidel. He flashed us a wide smile and welcomed us, handing us

I can’t count how many times I’ve walked into a store or up to a vendor that sells arrowheads or collected shards of pottery at skyrocketing prices. I am usually

“Controlled-burn is a dirty word around here.” This is what we heard from Joseph Weathers, the owner of the wool mill we had toured in Mora. He walked us through

Wild water rushes over my toes, the scent of the river guiding me deeper. Cold seeps into my limbs, washing me awake until I begin to sway with the grass

To watch a flower bloom. To watch a flower bloom with six new friends as the sun sinks below the horizon and darkness descends from the sky. To watch a