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 . . .
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...
Taking My Stories on a Walk
Places. Places hold stories. I find it fascinating that we often do or say things, on a what appears to be a whim, but turn out to reveal in
"No One Owns The Circle..."
'No one owns the circle..." Poem by Beth Adoette
