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

If you’ve been up here lately you might have been horrified by the stench of rot and death. Many corners of the land are nauseatingly

This morning I was awakened by an owl. It was so loud, so insistent I ran out of bed and then out of the house

Some summer images from my body-mind to yours: The bats in and out of the belfry at dusk, their wild graceful speed. The artemisia gone