Orange. Such a vibrant color of autumn… and a symbol of death. It’s good to anchor the beauty and potency of death in this season.

I think the miracle of the summer was the almost-daily encounter with the osprey pair; hunting together, one of them flailing around in the sky

The places we were born; our homeland, as well as the culture we live in, are “bigger than us” imprints—however far we believe we live

Today I sing the praises of the unstoppable power of Life itself. There is so much bounty, so much to be right here with; the

Oh the daffodils and shooting stars are wildly, wildly in bloom. The view across the valley of the electric green hills, the smell of the

Remember fire season?
Most of us will never complain about too much rain again, so complaining about snow, well, it’s just not right either is it? Yet… well, it is April. It’s snowing again today and it snowed yesterday and its forecast to snow tomorrow…

So many of you have outreached, even infrequent visitors to PrayerFarm, sharing your sense of loss as we prepare to release this gathering place we

We can’t see the not-yet-green plant beings, or the tender buds… but outside of sight and outside of proof, there is movement. Though it is