I’m not a scientist, but this question has always interested me, especially since I have often wondered why I don’t see air. I can see trees swaying, birds flying, planes overhead, and snow blowing, but I can’t see the actual air. Why not? When I look at the ocean, I see a clear line where the air stops and the water begins. When I am in water, I can see some things, but the water around makes it blurry.   One day, as I thought about the fish in the ocean and how things are b

I love to play in the dirt. Pulling the weeds, planting seeds or new plants, moving rocks, transplanting trees or plants, and creating new spaces in a yard brings me so much joy. As a young child, I would go out and help weed the garden, but I secretly loved it. At times I would go out and water the plants and then “fluff the dirt”. I loved how it looked, and I equally loved how it made me feel when it was done. There was a purpose in doing it.   Several years ago, I wanted t

There is a story of an old horse that fell into a dry well. The old horse was mildly injured from the fall, and, due to the shape and size of the well, the people trying to help the horse could not get it out with the limited tools they had. After some discussion, they decided it would be best to put the old horse out of its misery. They could not safely fire a gun into the well, as they could not see the horse or the bottom of the well and the chance of a ricocheted bullet w