“ Homo sapiens have left themselves few places and scant ways to witness other species in their own worlds, an estrangement that leaves us hungry and lonely. In this famished state, it is no wonder that when we do finally… — Ellen Meloy Copy Share Image
There are people who have no engaged conversation with the land whatsoever, no sense of its beauty or extremes or limits and therefore no… — Ellen Meloy Copy Share Image
“Everyone will tell you that genealogy serves two purposes: self-knowledge and social status, some sort of pedigree divined from names, locations, and achievements of… — Ellen Meloy Copy Share Image
“Breathing, it seemed to me, was a proper attribute for the mountains... mountains that quietly functioned as a single thing with a rhythmic inhale-exhale… — Ellen Meloy Copy Share Image
“ Homo sapiens have left themselves few places and scant ways to witness other species in their own worlds, an estrangement that leaves us… — Ellen Meloy Copy Share Image
“Each of us possesses five fundamental, enthralling maps to the natural world: sight, touch, taste, hearing, smell. As we unravel the threads that bind… — Ellen Meloy Copy Share Image
The complex human eye harvests light. It perceives seven to ten million colors through a synaptic flash: one-tenth of a second from retina to… — Ellen Meloy Copy Share Image
“I was a lowly puddle of plasma, trading “I am alive” for a vague “I tend to exist” and weeping for joy over the… — Ellen Meloy Copy Share Image
...to slip beneath the surface and soar along the silent bottom of the sea agile and shining in water honeycombed with light. — Ellen Meloy Copy Share Image
“A cavalry of sweaty but righteous blond gods chased pesky, unkempt people across an annoyingly leaky Mexican border. A grimy cowboy with a headdress… — Ellen Meloy Copy Share Image
“How do I stop this misery?” I groaned, scanning the shelves for a cure. “Don’t go out there,” he said flatly. I contemplated this… — Ellen Meloy Copy Share Image
“ In genealogy you might say that interest lies in the eye of the gene holder. The actual descendants are far more intrigued with… — Ellen Meloy Copy Share Image
“This deranged jungle of ironies coinhabits my skull like feathers and fireworks. My heart fills with stones. I am the mad aunt who laughs… — Ellen Meloy Copy Share Image
“Its beauty stirs the imagination, and I wonder if the last refuge of all that is truly wild lies not on earth but in… — Ellen Meloy Copy Share Image
“In the hallowed tradition of squishy doughball liberals, I believe that science, reason, kindness, and understanding—maybe a little food—can set the world right. B” — Ellen Meloy Copy Share Image
