People in Parks

What I loved in the beginning, I think, was mostly myself.
Never mind that I had to, since somebody had to.
That was many years ago.
Since then I have gone out from my confinements,
   though with difficulty.
I mean the ones that thought to rule my heart.
I cast them out, I put them on the mush pile.
They will be nourishment somehow (everything is nourishment
somehow or another).

And I have become the child of the clouds, and of hope.
I have become the friend of the enemy, whoever that is.
I have become older and, cherishing what I have learned,
I have become younger.

And what do I risk to tell you this, which is all I know?
Love yourself. Then forget it. Then, love the world.

Mary Oliver, from “To Begin With, the Sweet Grass” 


lip service

My friend’s ex girlfriend messaged him the other day, apologizing for how she behaved in their relationship. Like any good friend, he sent me screenshots of the conversation. And, like any good friend, I poured over them and gave them a thorough analysis. And, like any good friendship, we eventually talked on the phone and …

a post in the same style as the notes app on my phone, meaning i never finish a single thought

I haven’t written on here much, even though a lot has happened and I have a lot to say. I have 19 drafts on here from throughout the years, all varying shades of completion. I view this blog as a scrapbook, a time collage. If you enjoy it, great, but it’s mostly for me. People …


People in Parks

Hi, I’m Channing. I’m an educator, writer, learner, and outdoorsperson. Less is probably more since my life changes more than this About page does.

This blog started as a collection of pieces about our parks and wilderness, but it’s evolved since it started in 2017. More amorphous and meandering, snippets of my life mixed with those of the greater world. It’s a little bit of everything. A lot of bit of nothing.

I hope you stick around.


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