Listening For Small Sounds: A Form of Meditation
Shenandoah Mountains ...
Put On Your Own Shoes
This month, I had the wonderful opportunity to speak about my nature mandalas at Blithewold Mansion and Arboretum in Bristol, Rhode...
A New Year's Day Perspective
Occasionally, the unusually tall, scraggly dogwood reminds us of its presence. One of only a few trees on the property of this old mill...
"The Beauty of Small Things"
I feel honored to have been asked to write about my daily mandala practice for the Fall Edition of Wild Hope Magazine. While reflecting...
A Gentle But Urgent Reminder
When I participate in art festivals, I am often asked which circles are my favorites. I guess if I thought about it, I do love to look at...
So What Have We Learned?
I openly admit a lot of emotions came to the surface as I walked through the hospital doors to get my covid-19 vaccine. Hope....
Another Look at The Burn Pile
The hope of change . . . Butterfly wings and morning glory seeds Last January 30, right before the pandemic changed our world, I wrote a...
Finding the "Sacred"
Cedar cones and dried calendula petals in the snow. I often call the little nature mandalas I co-create with nature "Contemplate Sacred...
Just A Little Space
It takes about two feet of tangled, mangled, splitting packaging tape to get two small pieces for wrapping. And then two more feet, for...
A Circle Has No Sides
It has been about five years since I began exploring circles both visually and philosophically. My interest began during my coursework in...
