
Life is big, good, never still
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
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
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
I moved every couple of years as a kid. Moving sucked and even though I grew up in small communities, I was unaware of the
Winter blessings and deep courage to you each and all.Sitting in the darkness, as I do every morning, contemplating what to write here in this