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...
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
There is a Purple Aster Growing in The Burn Pile.
Giving a Voice to Trauma
"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
