Nancy Dziuba's Profile
Even in the cement city I was raised in, as a little girl, I managed to find private hideaways among neighbor's trees, clumps of flowers, or rock gardens. I would sneak away from my own home with my large volumes of books filled with pictures of animals and insects tucked under my arm, and pour over the pages for hours. I would dream of far away places, marvel at the luminous green or purple sheen on the exoskeleton of a passing beetle, or pretend I was the sweeping bluejay in flight. Sitting in my secret spaces I witnessed little miracles all around me, developing a personal reverence for the natural world that has never gone away.
Today I have managed to eek a little more nature out of the middle of the city. I find joy and everyday miracles in witnessing the inter-workings of biological systems from the most complex organism, human beings, to the simplest nematodes and…
- Joined September 9, 2011