Page Lambert's Blog

On the Vernal Equinox in 1905, thirty-twoyears after Jules Verne wrote Around theWorld in 80 Days, the 77-year-old French writer would die. He is reveredeven now as the Father of Science Fiction. On the Vernal Equinox in1997, my own father Loren Dunton, known as the Father of Financial Planning, would die from a blood thinner expected to save him, but which caused a massive brain hemorrage that would kill him. Both men lived remarkable lives, and today I celebrate their memories.

When my fa...

A few weeks ago, in New Mexico, John and I visited Los Poblano's, a historic inn and organic farm in Albuquerque. Nestled in the heart of the Rio Grande Valley, with the Sandia Mountains in the background, we drove through a shaded alleyway of ancient cottonwoods surrounded by 25-acres of fragrant lavender fields. 
A red Farmall tractor greeted us on the way to the restaurant, reminding us that our dinner at Campo's would be a "field to fork" experience, as much about feeding the soul as filling ...

"When rehearsals for King Lear started," friend, actor and playwright Ellen McLaughlin told us our first night on the river what her director had told her: "Just ride the tiger." Ellen had been starring in King Lear as King Lear, a female actor portraying one of Shakespeare's most demanding and tragic male characters. The director didn't tell Ellen to hire a voice coach and learn to speak like a man, or to dress like a man (which Ellen wouldn't have done anyway). She told Ellen to ride the tiger...

"When rehearsals for King Lear started," friend, actor and playwright Ellen McLaughlin told us our first night on the river what her director had told her: "Just ride the tiger." Ellen had been starring in King Lear as King Lear, a female actor portraying one of Shakespeare's most demanding and tragic male characters. The director didn't tell Ellen to hire a voice coach and learn to speak like a man, or to dress like a man (which Ellen wouldn't have done anyway). She told Ellen to ride the tiger...

"When rehearsals for King Lear started," friend, actor and playwright Ellen McLaughlin told us our first night on the river what her director had told her: "Just ride the tiger." Ellen had been starring in King Lear as King Lear, a female actor portraying one of Shakespeare's most demanding and tragic male characters. The director didn't tell Ellen to hire a voice coach and learn to speak like a man, or to dress like a man (which Ellen wouldn't have done anyway). She told Ellen to ride the tiger...

Cultures and communities that still live close to the land as our ancestors once did - farmers and ranchers, tribal people, rural neighbors - all know the wisdom of allowing the land to lie fallow. Even the neighborhood horse co-op that I belong to rotates our herd of horses from one mountain pasture to the next during the growing season. "Leave enough biomass above the ground," traditional wisdom advises, "so that the sun may feed the roots below the ground."

The golden grasses are dormant now -...

Deborah O'Connor is a gifted astrologer and, on the near eve of my birthday, I find her latest message especially insightful and wise. I hope you do, as well. The photo of the Indian Paintbrush I took on the edge of the canyon near our mountain home several years ago. I have always cherished my June birthdays, and this one seems even more impactful.

Midsummer is a poignant time. Light itself moves through us and into our world with more intensity than any other day of the year.

On this bright and...

Photo by Time Magazine
In 1964, the Beatles walked down the steps of a Pan Am Boing 707 and stepped onto American soil at New York's Kennedy Airport. A few months later, my parents drove our family of four across the United States from Colorado to the World’s Fair in New York City. From there, we drove to Montreal, sold our car, and sailed on the cold waters of the Atlantic down the St. Lawrence Seaway on a steamship bound for England. We didn’t step back on American soil until 1965—one year, 27 ...

When John took this photo of my favorite knoll at the ranch in Wyoming, eight years had already passed since I'd climbed to her barren top and peered down at the redtail hawk soaring beneath. Yet the stories I continue to tell about this land create an ongoing dialogue that pulses through everything new.

During the last half of 2021, I shrugged off guilt as each monthly blog post went unwritten, in part because new chapters of the novel on which I was working continued to unfold. The writing expe...

When John took this photo of my favorite knoll at the ranch in Wyoming, eight years had already passed since I'd climbed to her barren top and peered down at the redtail hawk soaring beneath. Yet the stories I continue to tell about this land create an ongoing dialogue that pulses through everything new.

During the last half of 2021, I felt the need to listen more than tell. I shrugged off guilt as each monthly blog post went unwritten, and not just because new chapters of the novel on which I wa...