“I’ve written before of being in
an autumn snowglobe
and though I try to think of another way to describe it,
that is truly how it feels
to stand with your head
tilted back
laughing into the blue sky
as the leaves come drifting down around your shoulders.”
Oh, October,your golden lightand cool mornings entrance me.There is a hint of cinnamonon the breezeand…
This morning I satwith the black cat on my lapand breathed the first breathsof October.The…
Today it is red headed woodpeckersthat delight me,wings white ovalsand heads rich redas they slip…
The turning of the seasonal wheelis a feast for the senses,sometimes it seemsall I’ve doneis…
Here, we are invitedto tend to the heart of things,invited to deepen and renew,invited to…
We set forth seeking chanterelles,past the barriers of thorn and bugand into the quiet slopes…
Last night I was kept awakeby prayers,fragments of gratitudeand connection tumbling throughmy mind and fingertips,the…
I stood beneaththe eclipsing moon,the sound of whippoorwillsa chorusrising from damp trees.Thin white cloudsscudded around…
Sometimesthe enchantment of the ordinaryis as thin and soft and subtleas the light kissof a…