Renewal

Springtime. We have been keeping a whiteboard in our kitchen to track the due dates of our friends and family who are expecting babies.

We also write phenological observations: first robin, first thunder, first daffodil, first lilac, first dragonfly of the season.

It’s a time of waiting, and we are turning our attention to the things we love to greet.

I sometimes worry about tornadoes, and I’m not thrilled about ticks and mosquitoes, but there’s so much good to watch for, and watching for those good things has been good for heart, soul, mind.

Shortly I will board a plane to meet my first grandchild, to hug my daughter who is a new mom.

My eyes are looking for the new joys, and my heart is full.

“Prairie Prophecy” - New Wes Jackson biopic

Really enjoyed the new Wes Jackson biopic, and was thrilled to be able to attend the world premiere in Salina, KS this weekend. Each time I go to Salina it feels a little like a pilgrimage. The prairie speaks volumes as you drive across it, but it speaks with a still, small voice.

I’ve met Jackson a few times, through a mutual friend who also teaches philosophy (and who appears in the biopic). Each time I’ve spoken with him I’ve been impressed with how much he says in a few words.

While he’s likely to be remembered for his work on perennial grains like Kernza, I admire his sense of design and connectedness in his Land Institute. The barn there is not for storage, but was built to house an idea, and to be a place of gathering. That’s brilliant.

Similarly, his labs have offices on the periphery and the coffeemaker in the center, so that the scientists don’t work in isolation. Jackson is often called a prophet because he calls us to pay attention to what we are neglectfully destroying.

But he also has a deep sense of mirth, and playfulness infuses all he does. His institute is a place of work, but it’s work with a shared mission, and it feels jovial rather than corporate.

His books express both these moods: urgency about what we are losing, and a practical approach to gathering us together for good work.

This reminds me of Wendell Berry (Jackson’s friend) who wrote in his essay “Racism and the Economy” that we seek technological fixes to our problems “because we have lost each other.”

Jackson and his team don’t shun technology—they’re plant and soil scientists using technology to renew agriculture for the whole world—but they also build things, like Jackson’s idea barn, to help us find one another along the way.

Here are a few photos of my last visit to The Land Institute’s Prairie Festival. I’m already looking forward to the next one in 2026.

People gather inside an unpainted, open barn with soft lights hanging from the ceiling. Outside the barn a long banner shows a plant with very long rootsA group of people is gathered inside and around a rustic wooden barn decorated with string lights, while others are seated on chairs outside.Several people walk beside a shade tree on green grass. A sign in the foreground says “BIG BARN” and behind the sign is a simple barn with metal bleacher seats outside it facing in through open doors.

If you want to preserve nature, get to know some part of it well.

Don’t stop with what you already know, or with the pretty things.

Try to find something small and neglected. A plain-looking insect. Something that lives underground. Fungus. Lichen.

If possible, let it be something you find unappealing. Wasps or spiders, maybe. Slugs. Something you can’t eat, and that isn’t for sale in garden centers.

Then look for the connections. How is it related to other living things? What depends on it?

Build your knowledge of its life-web. Think of it as one of nature’s neurons, connected to a much bigger neural system; what information does it share?

It doesn’t matter where you start. If more people knew a little, and if each of us shared what we know, we’d all know more.

It’s hard to save what you don’t love, and hard to love what you don’t know well.

At the premiere of the new Wes Jackson film here in Salina, Kansas.

A historic theater with an art deco design, named Watson Stiefel Theatre, is situated on a street corner with people gathered outside.

The inaugural meeting of the Episcopal Grasslands Network at Grace Cathedral in Topeka, Kansas.

Good to see how they have used the land around the cathedral to make places of comfort, restoration, and food for the whole community.

A landscaped park area with a circular stone seating arrangement is surrounded by trees and shrubs, with a dome-topped building visible in the distance.A labeled sign identifies a plant with lush green leaves as "Sweet Grass, Hierochloe odorata."

On Teaching

When I read about the ways people who don’t teach fight over what schools should do, I am reminded how thankful I am to be able to teach my students as I do.

I want them to learn the delight of reading good books slowly and in conversation with others.

I want them to learn how to walk attentively across a fragile landscape and to see the small lives around them. And to stop and study that frog in a pool on the Katmai tundra, that orchid clinging to the side of a tree in Petén.

I want them to learn where their water and food come from, to work together to purify water as we hike, to consider how we have clean water at home, and how easily that could be lost.

I want them to wonder, as we walk together, who has no water purifiers, and what they drink when they and their children thirst.

I want them to marvel at the glaciers, and to see them here, now, as they are, slowly descending as the earth slowly (and sometimes suddenly) springs back up as the glaciers weigh less.

I want them to learn how to put up with one another and even to take joy in each other’s company as we walk through the talus, over the bogs, through the thickets of thorns, sweating under the weight of their backpacks, while cold rain drizzles on their heads. This is an important part of life.

And I want them to learn to love the things, the places, the people that are worth more than markets can ever measure.

If you ask me what I teach, I will tell you I teach people.

Six of my students walk across the tundra near Katmai, towards a small lake with snow-blanketed mountains in the distance.

I just became a grandfather! So thrilled to meet my little granddaughter.

Planting Trees While Awaiting Resurrection

One more highlight came on Holy Saturday, when my wife and I planted fruit trees in our church’s growing food forest. The aim is to make perennial, low-maintenance food available to all who need it, for free. Far better than growing a lawn!

A grassy area featuring several young trees with white tree guards, set against a backdrop of a church building and a clear blue sky.Wooden chairs are placed on a grassy area near raised garden beds under a clear blue sky.

David Chin, and Bach's St John Passion

One of the best parts of the week was hearing the amazing David Chin conduct Bach’s St John Passion at the St Joseph Cathedral in Sioux Falls. My students who sang and played that night will never forget it. Those of us who listened likely never will also. David Chin also played harpsichord. Wow.

A large congregation is seated in a grand, ornate church with a choir and musicians performing at the front.Harpsichord keyboard in a cathedral

Big Sioux Stewardship Summit

As part of the Big Sioux River Stewardship Summit I got to tour our new wastewater facility, our water purification plant, Millennium Recycling, and some other sites where people are doing good work in beneficial community sustainability. So grateful for this opportunity and for these neighbors.

I liked how things looked in the recycling facility. There is beauty in recycling, whether it be the container with the single word “METAL” or the compacted aluminum cans that looked like abstract art. Millennium is alsoa second-chance employer that hires people who have been released from prison. They pay well and offer good benefits to people who might not otherwise find employment.

At the water plant I learned that Sioux Falls uses 2-3 times as much water per capita in the summer as in the winter. I asked why. The reply: “lawns”. Seems wasteful to use purified drinking water to water lawns, wash cars, and flush toilets. We need to start making multiple uses of water. It’s not hard, and others have already led the way.

<img src=“https://davoh.org/uploads/2025/7688d51ce9.jpg" width=“450” height=“600” alt=“A large metal bin on wheels, labeled “METAL,” is situated in an industrial setting.">A large industrial facility features multiple rectangular tanks filled with water, situated under a high ceiling with overhead lighting.A wall of compacted aluminum cans with various colorful labels and logos.Two people stand near a drainage channel running alongside a grassy area, with a fence, trees, and a bus visible in the background.

Great Talks at the Big Sioux Stewardship Summit; Shout-out to Lori Walsh

Some great talks by SDSU President Barry Dunn, Stephanie Arne, Lori Walsh of South Dakota Public Radio interviewing photographers Kevin Kjergaard and Greg Latza, and Travis Entenman of Friends of the Big Sioux River. Most of their talks are available on South Dakota Public Radio now.

Building A Floating Teaching Garden

Last week I spent some time building a floating teaching garden with my fellow Friends of the Big Sioux River Board members and some engineers from Raven Industries.

Social Media Fast

Last week, Holy Week, I (mostly) took a fast from email and social media. It felt great.

This week, I’ll do a little catching up, but not much.

Pilate, Not Pilates

Went looking for sources on the life of Pontius Pilate and the internet kept pointing me towards exercise regimens that happen to be spelled like the Roman cognomen. Argh.

There's Always More To Learn

With each new book I read, I am reminded how little I know.

Old Books

This week our college library is having a used book sale. It’s one of the best events of the year on campus. I always run into lots of friends, colleagues, students. We’re all in the same mode, looking for those physical copies of great texts worth owning. Someone picks up a copy of a Shakespeare play. Someone else notices a commentary and says out loud, “Oh, I know who would LOVE this!” It’s fifty cents for paperbacks, a dollar for hardcovers, so it’s easy to buy gifts for everyone.

Black Hills history, and some USGS reports on local hydrology. An English professor shows me some large scale block prints, signed by the artist. Free. She’s thrilled, and I’m thrilled for her.

Students peruse the LPs discarded by an older generation, scoring classic sounds on vinyl.

An elementary school teacher browses the children’s books, shopping for her classroom. Others shop alongside her, and people point out books to each other.

I run into a favorite student (can I say “favorite student”? I like them all, really) and we compare the books we are struggling to hold as we peruse the tables. We have some of the same authors in hand, and we congratulate each other as a new bond forms between teacher and student; now we are both fellow readers, and we share a secret: this author is worth our time.

A colleague who first introduces me to Graham Greene greets me and I tell him where I saw a bunch of Greene. I bought only the one I thought he already had. He grins and shows me the rest of the volumes already under his arm. He found them not long after I found them, and snatched them up. We take a moment to chat about our favorite Greene titles. Both of us really like “Our Man in Havana” and “The Quiet American.” I think I’ve quoted both of them in some of my published essays, and I have Will to thank for that.

But we don’t chat long, because there are more books to find. It’s not a competition, but it is also a little competitive. It’s convivial, and we all know it: we are in this together, the race to find and preserve and enjoy and share texts that have made us who we are, and that are continuing to make us something new.

I always look for texts in classical and ancestral languages, but this time I only find one, an edition of Catullus. I snag it, of course, but I wish I had found some good texts in Sanskrit. I’d love to find some Classical Chinese texts, too, and some more Greek texts to complement the shelves in my office. Old Norse, Old Icelandic, Old English? Yes, please. But none come to light. Maybe at the next table.

Slowly, texts like those seem to be vanishing. When I first started teaching in Greece I brough a small bag full of Greek texts to share with my students while we were abroad. When the Kindle appeared I thought I’d save some weight, but no, the texts I wanted were not available in digital form. They just don’t sell enough copies. Now of course I can find those texts online, and my cell plan covers me in Europe now. But I wonder how long the digital archives will last. The Cloud, after all, is just hard drives that belong to other people. Which means other people are deciding whether to keep maintaining them. Libraries might someday vanish not in an Alexandrian fire or in a Fahrenheit 451 raid, but simply because the books aren’t being read enough to pay for the digital storage. Libraries are often forced to cull their collections, and I sometimes go into the library and remove books from the shelves and place them in the reshelving area so that they are logged as books that people still care about.

The ladies at the door have a metal box with cash in it, and that feels quaint and old fashioned. I hand them a twenty for my eleven dollars' worth of books, a stack so large I can hardly hold it. In addition to the Greene and Catullus, a few volumes of Hannah Arendt, an edited volume of early Christian literature, a volume of poems by Ted Kooser, a few books about philosophy, religion, and science. Some field guides, and yeah, I bought those USGS hydrology books because mni wiconi, water is life.

One of the ladies hands me my change and tells me I haven’t bought as many books as last year. It’s true. My shelves are running over both at home and in my office. I remember that this sale benefits the library, and helps to maintain the collection, so I hand over a few more dollars and buy a reusable book bag with the library logo branded on the side. I slip the books in the bag and head for my car. I might come back tomorrow. There’s still a little room on the shelves, I think.

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Three fingers pointing back at me

It’s easy to point out others' sins, much harder to confront my own.

I have very little sympathy for the belief that the biggest problems in the world are all in other people.

“A crime is something someone else commits.”

John Steinbeck, _The Winter of Our Discontent. _ (1961) 258 (New York: Penguin, 1996)

The gift of wonder

We live lives of incredible wonder.

The universe is constantly revealing new things to us.

One gift we can give ourselves is to slow down to look, to listen.

One gift we can give to others is to help them to do the same.

Melipona Bees, and continuing to learn

One of the joys of teaching is continuing to learn. I’ve been teaching about hymenoptera (bees, wasps, hornets, ants) for several years. I am a beekeeper with bees on campus; I maintain habitat for native bees; and I teach about leafcutter ants. And I’ve been teaching field ecology with my Mayan partners in Guatemala for almost two decades. But I only recently learned that the Mayans kept indigenous bees for honey. We get so focused on ants in Guatemala we forget to pay attention to the bees! en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meli…

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