Environment | Sheila Collins

Let’s Hear It For a Quieter Merry Season

by Sheila Collins | Dec 8, 2011 | Environment, Personal Stories

Before I go any further, in the interest of full disclosure, I don’t have a wreath on my front door yet. Unlike my neighbors, there are no lights or other decorations on the front of our house, and I’m not planning to buy and decorate a tree. (Even if I were, it...

Snake Medicine

by Sheila Collins | Jul 4, 2011 | Environment, Personal Stories

According to my husband, and the picture he took to document the event, our back yard was visited recently by a large snake.. The picture shows a grey-patterned black snake sunning himself on top of our air conditioner. I felt repulsed initially, but later I began...

A tribute to indigenous wisdom keepers

by Sheila Collins | Jun 2, 2011 | Environment, Gatherings

It’s difficult to see the patterns when you are too close and personal with your own life. But standing back, with the perspective of time, themes and variations emerge and stand out. One of mine is a connection to indigenous people. In the 1970s I had a job...

Weather

by Sheila Collins | Feb 21, 2011 | Environment, Personal Stories

While a good section of the country was being pummeled by freezing rain and one-two- punch snow storms, and people from the northeast and mid-west were dealing with power outages and frozen water pipes, Rich and I traveled to warm, (if not always sunny), Florida. A...

Hibernation

by Sheila Collins | Feb 18, 2011 | Environment

January is finished and I wonder, does that mean I will be coming out of hibernation? I don’t remember if this happened when I lived in Texas, but here in Pennsylvania, winter seems to bring on, a deep desire to rest. I seem to need a bit more sleep at night, but...

Cleaning Up Our World

by Sheila Collins | Dec 25, 2010 | Environment, Personal Stories

If I lived in Corpus I’d be a Beach Bum. Not the kind that lays around drinking beer and scratching mosquito bites, but one like the gentleman I met yesterday. He was picking up trash on the beach next to his truck and a sign that read, “Beach Bums have...

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Let’s Hear It For a Quieter Merry Season

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