October is awesome. Savoring each beautiful day. Like a harvest basket, today I’m sharing a mix of topics gathered over the past month or so. May they nourish. As always, thanks for reading and being a loving presence in this … Continue reading Repair, race records, and river revelations…
Here we are, a year since Hurricane Helene hit us. There were many events to mark the date, including “Whether the Weather,” presented by Temple of Seaweed at Story Parlor, which I had the honor co-curating with Heather Laine Talley. … Continue reading Changed by the rain
Why am I compelled to write about tourism in these times of terror? It’s a question I’ve been asking myself as I’ve drafted and trashed essays on this topic in recent months. There are many important things rightfully holding our … Continue reading Tend-er tourism in a time of terror?
Rooted in Legacy “Loss and laughter,” a phrase I used in a song (see video below), kept ringing in my head last weekend during the Black Montford & Stumptown Reunion. The reunion weekend was hosted by the Historic Stumptown Neighborhood … Continue reading Loss and laughter
June in WNC is, as always, magic. Verdant, warm, sweet. The bliss of sunny days by the river. Garden gifts. Evenings where the blinking lights of fireflies are nothing short of miraculous. This June people have been taking to the … Continue reading On ancient and unknown worlds
Brood XIV of cicadas are now among us, a miraculous 17-year occurrence, a kind of time capsule from 2008. That was the year Krekel and I released our album “Found A Reason” and were featured on the cover of Mountain … Continue reading Loving out loud
South America and North America (and Central America). The Americas. Las Américas. Abya Yala. The latter being the name used by various Indigenous communities and nations, to assert that “land and discourse, territorio y palabra, cannot be disjointed, severed” (Funambulist). … Continue reading Love and Las Américas
At the sight of the destruction, I audibly gasped, cried out NO!, and fell to my knees in the dirt, sobbing. I was knocked down by overwhelming shock and grief. The UNCA woods, a sacred site in my life for … Continue reading What if we could
The beat of resistance throbs through my being. The rhythm of refusal. “Do not obey in advance,” Timothy Synder advises in his book On Tyranny. ¡Viva la resistencia! Our power is real. The overwhelm is also real, the chaos and … Continue reading Resist | Rock | Remember
Being near water is one of my favorite things, be it a creek or a river or lake, or, less frequently, the ocean. I’m partial to waterways in the Appalachian mountains, I’ll take a mountain stream over the sea most … Continue reading Heartbreaks and hope
Ami Worthen 