• A Few of My Favorite Things

    December 9, 2015 Vibrant red feathers. . . and muted grey shadows, blazing orange sunsets. . . and silver-laced mornings, Yesteryears children filled up with sweet memories, these are a few of my favorite things. Girls in red dresses with happiness brimming, gingerbread houses with children’s sweet trimmings, heaps of confections. . . and bells… Continue Reading

  • Sacred Remembrance

    Chief Seattle’s oration of 1854: “The President in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land. But how can you buy or sell the sky? the land? The idea is strange to us. If we do not own the freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water, how can you buy… Continue Reading

  • Tea Time

    November 6, 2015 If I could. . . I’d light a crackling fire, sit you down in a comfy chair with your favorite book and a view of the pond out back. I’d crack a window to fill your ears with nature sounds– the meandering leaf-swirling wind, the Caw of a solitary crow. I’d serve you a… Continue Reading

  • Directional Challenge

    October 28, 2015 If self-love was available in a cup, it’d be bigger than Starbucks. It’d drink like morning sunshine, illuminating inner beauty, and taste like joy. At least, that’s what I thought until I came across a gem of a new concept. This concept changes the direction of self-love from something that flows inward.… Continue Reading

  • Language with Heart

    October 15, 2015 Think of a tree. Did you think of a noun?  A trunk with branches and leaves. If you were a Potawatomi Indian, you would have thought of a verb. To them a tree was alive, so alive it was considered a verb. ‘To be a tree’ was their word for tree. This… Continue Reading

  • Ordinary Beautiful

    October 6,2015 There is always more than one way to see. Some see ordinary. . . while others see beautiful. Close your eyes and imagine a blade of grass . . . Did you see ordinary? Or, like this quote from Robin Wall Kimmerer’s book, Braiding Sweetgrass, did you see beautiful? Hold out your hands… Continue Reading

  • Tapestry

    September 27, 2015 Seasons come and seasons go as the tapestry of my life unfolds. Where does life experience come from? is it pre-planned? or merely coincidental? I’ve heard it said, my thoughts shape my destiny. This rings true with my soul. I’ve also heard it said, prayer is power. This also rings true with… Continue Reading

  • Porch Chair Rocking

    September 18, 2015 Summer’s ending, Autumn’s pending. Porch chair rocking, sipping brew. Last year’s promise, this year’s beauty. Seed heads blooming, rainbow hue. Zinnia nectar luring, calling. Flitter, flutter, wings bewitched. Pretty petals, beauty flaring. Rocking, rocking, life enriched. Summers hummers, zipping, dipping Tasting nectar with a sip. Ruby-throated wonder zooming, Getting ready, lengthy trip.… Continue Reading

  • Where the Clear Water Runs

    August 13, 2015 As I glide through crystal clear water on a private lake in the Adirondack mountains, the immense quiet seems to echo nothingness. This is in sharp contrast to the sweeping views before me. In this land far removed from human interference, I expect more obvious wildlife activity. But the creatures here are introverts… Continue Reading

  • Wobble

    July 25, 2015 The nature I see around me. . . ‘is’. The butterfly doesn’t question, “Should I be a tree?” The tree doesn’t question, “Should I be a bird?” They know who they are. Their purpose is solid like that tree trunk. I envy their sureness, for I am a wobbler swaying in the… Continue Reading