Nicole Davis-Bisnow is the founder of RedFlag.org, a 501c3 nonprofit dedicated to inspiring and supporting grassroots activism. Her passion for global activism started early in her career when she worked as an international vanguard journalist covering conflict and human interest stories for Current TV. Davis-Bisnow earned a Bachelor’s Degree in philosophy and a Master’s in Art History from New York University. She is also certified as a facilitator in Equine Therapy from Eponaquest in Southern Arizona. She is currently creating a “healing ranch” in Liberty, Utah as a meeting place for people of all ages, backgrounds and economic access to reconnect with nature and experience the healing power of horses.
3 words to describe Nature?
My. Best. Friend
3 things Nature taught you?
3 most treasured Nature spots?
The American National Parks (a special mention for my hometown parks: The Florida Everglades and Biscayne Bay National Park)
“The Enchanted Forest” a secret spot on Powder Mountain, my current home in the Wasatch Mountains of Northern Utah.
Sarara Camp in Namunyak Sumburu Country, Northern Kenya—a place I consider my home away from home.
When you look at the ocean, it makes you feel…?
The presence of a great compassionate mother
When you see a forest, it makes you feel…?
Connected to ancient wisdom and magic
When you see a volcano, it makes you feel…?
The beating pulse of our Earth’s molten heart
When you see a sunrise or sunset, it makes you feel…?
In awe that no matter how many times I’ve seen a sunrise or sunset I still fill with the same delight and gratitude as the first one
When you hear thunder, it makes you feel…?
Nostalgic for my childhood in Florida
When you hear the wind howling, it makes you feel…?
A stir in my heart to play outside
Are you an Ocean, Mountain, Forest, or Desert person?
An Old Growth Forest and A High Alpine Meadow Person
On a scale of 1 to 10, how important is Nature to your well-being?
10 - My well being and the well being of nature are inextricable.
Share with us a childhood nature memory?
I grew up in a city without a night sky. When I was about five my parents sent me away to the mountains of West Virginia for summer camp. One night our counselors rustled us awake with hushed voices—beckoning us to follow them out into the forest surrounding our cabin. We walked bewildered in the cold night air through excited whispers, until we came to an open meadow. They laid a blanket on the ground for us and had us lay back and look up. My heart ceased. There was not a patch of that moonless sky that didn’t have a glittering star. Just remembering how stunned and enamored I was with that sky, that moment, that ageless understanding of truth, brings tears back to my eyes. Then came my first shooting star, and there was no turning back.