After an academic career in psychology at Harvard Medical School, Carolyn Newberger moved to the Berkshires and established a second career as an artist and writer. She writes and illustrates music and dance reviews for The Berkshire Edge, often in collaboration with her husband, Eli Newberger, and records in paintings and prose the treasures and insights that she discovers in the Berkshires forest.
Illuminating the Hidden Forest, Chapter 51: Needing the forest for the trees
We don’t see each other much, living pretty far away. Our relationship is far from perfect, having its own burls and snarls. Yet we are a forest.
Illuminating the Hidden Forest, Chapter 50: A mother robin
The robin did not return, but we left the nest undisturbed just in case, sorrowful that we were so poorly able to protect her from ourselves.
Illuminating the Hidden Forest, Chapter 49: You see what you look for, and you look for what you know
By toggling my vision from the forest as a system to the particulars of its elements, I am coming to a deeper understanding of the forest.
Illuminating the Hidden Forest, Chapter 48: Wildflowers
During this terrible time of police violence, protest, burning cities and pandemic, these woodland flowers call me to them like shelter in a storm.
Illuminating the Hidden Forest, Chapter 47: Balancing bears and ourselves
Through experiences such as these, people can come better to appreciate the natural world and to care about threats to its well-being.
Illuminating the Hidden Forest, Chapter 46: What trees can teach us
Trees embody the essence of life. They are a force, persevering, adapting, moving onward.
Illuminating the Hidden Forest, Chapter 45: Finding community in bears and cairns
This bear and her cub have, however, given us a gift. In this time of social distance, our mutual delight in the bears is bringing our neighborhood together.
Illuminating the Hidden Forest, Chapter 44: Finding our bearings
Through this season of tectonic changes in the world around us, I have become ever more tuned in to the day-by-day-by-day changes that in other years passed me by.