About the Author:
Waylon H. Lewis likes to imagine he is running for Mayor and Zooming with Greta about how to solve the climate crisis while pedaling his bicycle alongside Thoreau River, which winds through his 1,080-acre animal rescue farm in Vermont (with his faithful half-hound, Redford, trotting agelessly alongside). In reality, he’s working on an old laptop while sipping organic fair-trade zero waste dark, dark coffee (for-here) at the Trident Café & Booksellers, in Boulder, Colorado. He eats vegan without preaching about it (much), meditates and bikes 365 days a year, distrusts Big Tech, cherishes democracy, and falls asleep halfway through Anne with an E. He loves Pema Chödrön, Steph Curry, Bill Peet, Tintin, Mifune, Calvin and Hobbes, Eleanor and Franklin, Edward R. Murrow, Edward Eager, his fiancée Michelle, tiger oak, and his Sunday N.Y. Times with an almond croissant.
Raised in Boulder by a poor and generous single mom, he lived in Vermont at a rural Buddhist retreat while attending an old-fashioned high school, studied journalism in Boston, worked at Shambhala Publications this and Mountain Center that, tried and failed to afford more than one semester at Naropa University, then founded Elephant Journal.
His only real ambition is to help create a kinder society.
You can read his latest on elephantjournal.com.
Photo: Kate Mason