Harvest Equinox
Take a moment to breathe in the still point That moment of balance between light and dark, between growing and …
Take a moment to breathe in the still point That moment of balance between light and dark, between growing and …
The gentlest of breezes wafts the scent of sage, mint, and sweet grass up from the garden; Hummingbirds whoosh past …
I would let him amble along on a loose rein. The quiet gracefulness of his step, the soft rhythm of his body moving, and his hooves on the earth, lulled me onto a moving meditation.
There is no “reward”, and to look for it is to take one’s sight away from the truer goal of …
She sits, alone on the white sands. The turquoise waters lap upon the shore in their white foamy way. She …
My love for my father feels like a warm fire like the morning sun sounds like misty rain like …
Yesterday, I completed the building and planting of the five gardens that surround the house. As I sat on the …
Last night, I saw Bryan Bowers perform. It was the first time I had seen him since sometime around 1975. …
It was my second Mother’s Day; Kyle was nearly two years old, and we were out shopping as a family. …
Clear, perfect in its fullness, and huge, it rose and worked its magic to completely transform the color of the sky from end-of-day twilight to beginning-of-night twilight.