ON A BRISK EVENING IN SEPTEMBER, Krista Tippett, host of On Being, gathered with authors and environmental thinkers Robin Wall Kimmerer and Azita Ardakani in a quiet corner of the New York Public ...

Remember, invasive species did not come along uninvited. The movement of non-native species is anthropogenic. Humans brought these plants and animals across land and sea, across borders and ecosystems ...

EVERYTHING HAS A NATURAL RHYTHM: trees swaying, grass blowing, birds singing. As a dancer, you learn to pay attention to these rhythms, in the world and in your body, and find movements that feel ...

FIVE THOUSAND YEARS AGO, a wounded man fled into the mountains. With an arrowhead embedded deep in his left shoulder, he stumbled into a valley. The somber peaks of Finailspitze and Similaun glared ...

Please enable JavaScript in your browser to complete this form.

EVERY MORNING OF MY CHILDHOOD, I sat at the kitchen table and tried to keep still as Abuelita plaited my waist-length hair. Water droplets fell on my neck, making me flinch, and she sighed in ...

AFEW YEARS AGO, while living on the Diné Nation, I first heard a striking proclamation that rang through the community with profound urgency: “Tó éí íín´á!”—“water is life.” I saw these words in bold ...

A CEMETERY SEEMED AN ODD PLACE to contemplate the boundaries of being. Sandwiched between the campus and the interstate, this old burial ground is our cherished slice of nearby nature where the long ...

EARLY IN 2004, a buoy was released into the waters off Argentina. Half of the buoy was dark and the other light, like a planet in relief. The buoy sailed east, accompanied by the vastness of the ocean ...

BIGFOOT ISN’T REAL, but black bears are—that’s the subtext of a recent study by Dr. Floe Foxon mapping bear populations relative to cryptid sightings. That study, published in 2024, sparked my ...

HEAT WAVES SHIMMER above the grasses, the air heavy and white and ringing with the buzz of cicadas. The boys have been shoeless all summer long, but even so the dry September stubble of 1895 pricks ...

I’M NO ARTIST, but, if you had asked me when I was a child to draw the shape of a life, I might have drawn a horizontal line. A few years after that, I would have drawn life as a mountain. The upward ...