August is a doorway,a border month*,one foot in the clover, one in new-fallen leaves,a hand full…
Category: writing
I watch the orioles,orange and black embersagainst a backdrop of green.They do not know what…
When we scramble too sharplyout of steeping,we may stumble.It takes patienceto refresh ourselves.Let us committo…
I am so pleased to announce that pre-orders for print copies of my new book,…
And so,March slides easily awaybetween the trees,whispering of storm clouds,sudden frost,and sunshine on new bloomed…
This morningbirdsong filled the airin a patterned chorusraised above the grinding notesof distant trucks on…
Today is a dayfor deep breaths and warm connections,a day for sunshineon your shouldersand laughter…
Today,as life cascades all at once,may I rememberthat my body is holy ground.May I grant…
Weaver of Worlds,with each breath,help me create spacearound my heart and mind,space for yes,for beauty…
Life calls us to return again and again—to center, to presence, to our authentic selves.…