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...
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...
Acknowledging The Longest Night
(paperwhite narcissus, white pine needles) It seems appropriate that I drove back from a week in Pennsylvania, my father's funeral, and...
Meditating With Nature... Finding A Path With The Collective Breath
When I breathe…
I breathe the breath of a thousand oaks
I breathe the breath of a thousand bumble bees
I breathe the breath of a thousand
