
The Practice, Well, It Matters
This morning as I write it’s still dark, but inklings that the sun will rise again tip the eastern horizon with almost-light, the stars are

This morning as I write it’s still dark, but inklings that the sun will rise again tip the eastern horizon with almost-light, the stars are

It was amazing to see so many cathedrals, castles, and ancient sites on my recent trip to England, Scotland and Wales. Now that I’m home,

Most mornings when I’m at the coast I take a morning walk and little treasures pop out at me, some of them ask to be

One of the ways I have balanced raising my children in the nirvana of a small Oregon town has been traveling. We have traveled to

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

This has been the most gentle, verdant and magical skyed summer I can recall in many years. And a few days ago the dreaded smoke

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