Becoming Clear: Focusing the Light
Crouching down with my iPhone camera, zooming in on the bright crocuses emerging from cold dark earth only recently free of snow, I suddenly chuckled. Even as a...
Category: Inspiration
Winter Dreaming, Evolutionary Soul
It was the trees that called me from the house into freezing darkness. Moments earlier, I had opened the back door to let our two English Whippets out for a fin...
To Kneel and Kiss the Earth: A Solstice Gift
None of my clothes fit when I returned from the Amazon in November. After living a month in a thatched-roof hut in the Peruvian jungle, no electricity or runnin...
The Choices That Do Not Betray
The buzzing of honey bees halted me as I walked. On my early morning stroll through the desert neighbourhood nestled at the feet of arid, sun-bleached mountains...
A Winter Solstice: Angels Among Us
Late last December, still ensconced in a small 1950’s, down-at-heel rented cottage in Carmel By The Sea, on a bright winter’s day I sat to write wha...
Soul, Biochemistry, and the Song of the World
Beside a churning blue ocean, I sit upon an old wooden bench, the carved bones of some ancient tree, with my bare feet lightly touching the sandy earth. A turqu...
Belonging In A Real World
Friend, if you do not know how to live in the world because it breaks your heart, sometimes daily, you are not alone. This morning I woke with grief like a dark...