Touching The Ground Again
Tiny flowers on my inside window sill picked on my first post self-isolation walk. Yesterday I touched the ground again after nearly two...
A Place Called Wait
We may not think about it often, especially in our individualistic and often self-centered society, but we are all connected. We all...
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...
