Mary Grace Bertulfo

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No Lights but our Own

Saturday, June 19th, 2010
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The storm brought everyone outside: neighbors checking on each other, comparing notes, tsk-ing, and wondering at the downed trees, the debris-strewn street. I managed to sneak a post yesterday before ComEd shut everything down so they could address live wires and blown transformers. (Photos in yesterday’s post.)
ABC News reported that there were 215,000 Chicagoans without [...]

Chicago Storm – Aftermath

Friday, June 18th, 2010
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At around 4:20 p.m., we ran to our van. A storm was breaking and the crowns of the 50 – 100′ trees in our town began to dance. Branches broke off, leaves flew through the air, and rain drummed the van roof. Streetlights at major intersections had lost power. It takes us 10 minutes to [...]

9 for Nature

Friday, June 18th, 2010
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I want to encourage anyone who reads this post to go outside for at least 9 minutes. Take a break. Touch some tree bark. Take your shoes off and wiggle your toes in the grass or the sand or even into some loamy soil.
It’s been a full & sometimes hectic 2 weeks since my boy [...]

Great Blue Heron, a riverside glimpse

Tuesday, June 15th, 2010
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Have you ever noticed
the way the Great Blue Heron
stands tall when she hunts, head snaking,
spindle-legs plunk silently?
But when she spots
the silver darting fish,
she crouches low,
a ball of feathers,
an arrow focused on one intent —-> B R E A K F A S T !
~ MGB
6/15/10

Thatcher Meditations – Koans # 7-9

Tuesday, January 12th, 2010
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Even though it is winter, even though January has a rep for being bleak and stark in Chicago, there’s still beauty to be experienced. Go out and grab you some organic PEACE!
I wrote this Sunday morning at Thatcher. Communing in nature has become one of my spiritual practices :
Koan #7
Frozen River
Silence in the glen
Winter stillness
The [...]

“Promise on the Prairie” – Sierra Magazine

Tuesday, November 10th, 2009
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Read my latest feature article, “Promise on the Prairie”, at Sierra Magazine online. I cover Chicago Boys and Girls Club teens from La Villita (South Lawndale) and a prairie restoration workday they did in 18F degree weather — that’s right, below freezing. Who says there’s no action in the prairie in wintertime? Enjoy!
-MGB

Koan #6: Bare branches

Tuesday, November 10th, 2009
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It is the long season of ripening. Time to harvest solitude in the bare branches of the trees. Sing wind! The squirrels are plump, making slow scrambles up the maple trees. I walked with my new friend, B., this morning through our town. We spoke of technology and nature while our dogs sniffed poetry in [...]

Chicago Summer?

Wednesday, September 9th, 2009
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It’s after Labor Day and it really feels like the end of summer here in Chicago — without it ever having felt like a real Chicago summer at all. Here’s what I mean: When I moved here from the Bay Area over ten years ago, it was August. The days were cook-an-egg-on-the-pavement hot, steaming, sticky [...]

Earth Day Hawk Story

Tuesday, April 28th, 2009
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One of the things I love about being on assignment and covering conservation in Chicago is that I get to learn more about the prairies, savannas, riverways, and the conservationists working to save and restore them. These are often humble, tenacious people. They can be thorny, usually full of humor, ready to lobby local politicians, [...]

Koan #5: Ted Stone Morning

Wednesday, April 8th, 2009
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Home, prairie-muck dried
onto the seams of my field pants,
hiking boots splattered with mud,
hair in pleasant disarray.
The scent of freedom
still clings to me.
Just an hour before,
by watch-time,
by two-legged time,
by analog hands or digital face,
I stood in a place
14,000 years in-the-making,
a glacier’s passing,
strewn with dolomite and limestone
crumbling, soft-edged rocks,
and the whimsy of a universe
where lands stretch, wrinkle,
move [...]