Morning Meditation and Mandala: Finding A Word to Hold Onto
Yesterday, I woke without a schedule or agenda. . . I decided to sink deeper into that momentary serenity, something that seems harder . . .
Standing in The Burn Pile
There is something about ashes and the remains of a fire in the woods that interests me. I am not exactly sure what it is, but the...
Walking Companions
Solid Ground There is one mile path in Southern Rhode Island where I love to walk as often as possible. At one point in the loop trail, I...
Hidden Art and The Joy of Relationship
(Hidden somewhere in Rhode Island) There are two art forms that have occupied my mind over the past few years . . . land art and nature...
The Extraordinary Ordinary
I am moving again. It is, if I am counting correctly, move number twenty-six. This time, I am excited to start an adventure in an urban...
Diversity. The obvious has escaped us.
Diversity. For some reason, it has become a charged word. Say it silently and we all go to different places in our minds based on our...
Voices In The Woods... Some Thoughts About Relationships
If you have spent much time in the woods, you may have heard the interesting sounds of trees hitting each other...living, moving,...
"No One Owns The Circle..."
'No one owns the circle..." Poem by Beth Adoette
Now Is The Time
Forget the Gregorian, Julian, and Roman calendars and the idea that the new year begins on January 1. Now is the time to gather hopes.
"If I were me..."
Being true to yourself. “If I were me…” When did I stop feeling like I was me? When did I stop feeling I was a free-spirited child, an ad
