• Come Walk with Me

    Down a two-trackin trail through the whispering pines to the crest of a hill where the morning sun shines. There at the top of a sycamore tree a red-breasted robin acknowledges me. His melody floats to the meadow below that shelters the promise of spring’s early show. A babble of bluebirds swoosh by in a… Continue Reading

  • Soft Sounds of Solitude

    January 10, 2016 I have never been afraid to be alone in nature. In fact, I crave the quiet corners of this world where birdsong reigns. For in those corners my spirit soars, and I feel closest to God.   Peter, peter, peter   Chick-a-dee-dee-dee   Jeer, jeer   Cheer, cheer, cheer Sometimes in the… Continue Reading

  • A Great Start to a New Year

    January 2, 2016 As I look back and review 2015, at the top of my grateful list, surprisingly, sits a man named Paul. I remember the day Paul first appeared in my life. He conspicuously sat in the front pew (the one that is normally empty) of my small country church. Throughout the service, his… Continue Reading

  • Happy Holilays

    December 17, 2015 ‘Tis the green and red season. We are all busy. So very busy blooming in love and good cheer. With so much on my agenda, little things slip by. . . little things that feed my soul. . . like prayer. Who has time? As my soul is robbed of it’s nourishment,… 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

  • 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