So What Have We Learned?
I openly admit a lot of emotions came to the surface as I walked through the hospital doors to get my covid-19 vaccine. Hope....
Another Look at The Burn Pile
The hope of change . . . Butterfly wings and morning glory seeds Last January 30, right before the pandemic changed our world, I wrote a...
Finding the "Sacred"
Cedar cones and dried calendula petals in the snow. I often call the little nature mandalas I co-create with nature "Contemplate Sacred...
Just A Little Space
It takes about two feet of tangled, mangled, splitting packaging tape to get two small pieces for wrapping. And then two more feet, for...
A Circle Has No Sides
It has been about five years since I began exploring circles both visually and philosophically. My interest began during my coursework in...
Give something beautiful!
During these trying times, it is even more important to surround yourself with the healing power of beauty and nature. Share something...
Morning Meditation and Mandala: Finding A Word to Hold Onto
Yesterday, I woke without a schedule or agenda. . . I decided to sink deeper into that momentary serenity, something that seems harder . . .
The Necessary Pause
I love walking train tracks. They are interesting, challenging, full of clues to thousands of stories. In the urban area where I live,...
New Path
Trail markers on a downed tree. I have a favorite conservation trust site that I like to hike. I must admit, however, that each time go,...
Touching The Ground Again
Tiny flowers on my inside window sill picked on my first post self-isolation walk. Yesterday I touched the ground again after nearly two...
