We did it – we made it round the bend of the year, through the darkest moment, back into returning light.  Yesterday was the last night of Hanukkah as well as the winter solstice, and I marked it with a foggy forest walk followed by a pile of latkes, eaten with applesauce made during the long days of summer from our backyard's early-fruiting apple tree.   Just before we arrived back at the S-Bahn station, in the falling misty dark, the biggest flock of geese I have ever see

So you find a mushroom the size of your head growing in a field. It has a brown leathery center and a long stem. What is it? And can you...

The name The Wild Path is a spell, a story, an incantation, an invitation. I've returned to these three words throughout my life - whenever I've felt like an alien in the world, whenever I've needed a reminder of what matters, whenever I've needed courage. The image of the wild path is the deepest intention at the heart of my life & work. If you, too, are trying to forge your own way through the unknown of life, seeking meaning below the surface - perhaps this spell is for y

Wild food is our past - and it's our present and our future too. It's easier than you think to get started. Pestos, salads, spices,...