It lives on Patreon. An Access Fund covers anyone who can't afford it. Nurturing degraded land back to life—teaching others to do the same. Before sunrise at Tsunul Reserve, the Collared Forest Falcon calls to its mate from the cave above the cenote. The call crosses the recovering forest canopy and lands somewhere in your chest—a clear, laughing sound that makes you smile before you are fully awa
ke. Ten years ago, this was a dead cattle ranch. Compacted red soil, invasive grasses, and no biology in the soil. That call is the restoration reporting itself. I have spent thirty years nurturing degraded land back to life—in Canada and now the tropical dry forest of the Yucatán Peninsula. What I have learned is that this work is teachable. The science is learnable. The practice of genuine attention to a specific place, over time, is something anyone can develop. These field notes from that practice—dispatches from the reserve, restoration lessons, and the occasional poem. Practical when the work demands it. Contemplative when the land asks for that instead. If you feel the pull of this work—the grief and the love for the living world that often arrive together—you are in the right place.
