Allow Me To Introduce MySELF
Photograph by Anna Gallo I admit it. I have most likely caused a genealogical glitch for future generations researching my family tree. I...
There is a Purple Aster Growing in The Burn Pile.
Giving a Voice to Trauma
Places For Our Prayers
I have long been fascinated by the places people call Sacred. Places that are set aside for something. Places to bring and leave prayers....
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,...
Spring Ritual
It was a few weeks early, knowing that snow would most likely come again before spring, but I went ahead and did it anyway. It was time....
"I lift up my eyes... "
Some days are harder than others! Today was one of those days. A simple car repair reveals other issues. A root canal (bad enough,...
"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.
