It is hard to say what will enamor readers more, the bird calls or the familial ones.
God called all of them good. Humans are rapidly destroying them.
Paul Willis's poems reveals epiphanies in the midst of everyday life.
Dwelling in the edgelands can help us find what’s most hidden.
Nature reveals itself as ruptured, as already profaned. To rest into a landscape is to be drawn into an adulterated history.
This spring, I didn't find any morels in the woods around my house. But I did find a lot of other things.
A pet peeve of mine is the pigeonholing of authors—especially the label "nature writers" inflicted on certain writers of immense spiritual power.
Here in Minnesota, Lent is an almost unbearably slow wait.
In Last Child in the Woods, Richard Louv sounded an alarm over the loss of outdoor experiences for children. Not only children, however, need to be outdoors.
In this splendid book Belden Lane has made a double contribution—to the reordering of our perspectives on creation and to our understanding of the Reformed tradition as a contributor to this reordering.