Wendy Peterman
I’m a mom, a former dancer, and an environmental scientist with a passion for supporting people in making their world a better place.
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Flushing (opens the original)
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Yesterday, I was beat. The fog wasn’t that gorgeous northwest mist I love seeing hovering over the mountains; it was in my brain. …like I was sleepwalking.I had just finished one full month in my new job, and I was tired to the bone. Happy, satisfied, but tired.People keep asking me if I’m drinking from the fire hose, as they always do at first. If I’m honest, I’m not just drinking. It’s flushing into my nose, spraying my eyes, and plugging up my ears as well. So, yeah. I’m learning a lot.People
Joy in the Rain (opens the original)
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Petrichor.My favorite scent.It’s the smell that arises after the first rain.Sleeping actinomycete bacteria awake from the summer drought, releasing geosmin (scent of the earth) through tiny bubbles my brain is engineered to detect.Cool air embraces my skin.Green things celebrate all around me.A brisk morning walk brings deep breaths and smiles of delight.Today, I’ll celebrate the weekend by snuggling in a big, soft hoodie, writing these few delicious lines in my journal, then greeting the welcom
Episode 2 The Wholeness of our Pieces (opens the original)
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This is an article I wrote while reflecting on the messages I read in science fiction and fantasy novels about what it means to be human and how we feed hope through our connection with nature.
The Wholeness of our Pieces (opens the original)
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I have been reading a lot of Science Fiction and Fantasy lately in my disillusionment with TV, films, and social media. This leaves my mind swirling about magic, systems of power, the courage it takes to overcome great challenges, and what it means to be human. So much of it comes down to hope.What can I see beyond this moment and its catastrophes? My friend Harvey and I have spent the past year sharing conversations about this, some of which we share in our podcast, Wickedly Smart and Woefully
Episode 1 Owl Eyes, Deer Ears and Fox Feet (opens the original)
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Forests of the Soul, Episode 1: Owl Eyes, Deer Ears, Fox FeetThis is the first episode of the podcast — a companion to the writing, not a replacement for it.A friend told me the essay felt richer read aloud than read silently, that the pauses landed differently out loud.So here’s “Owl Eyes, Deer Ears, Fox Feet” — the story of a blindfolded walk across a clearing full of children pretending to be trees, redwood roots that survive by holding onto their neighbors, and a question I didn’t expect to
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