I can still see and feel the soft pulsing thing on my eleven year old lap, watching it draw it’s final breaths rhythmically.  The rabbit, along with cans and squirrels, had been target…

So much depends on the remembering. An old story tickles for attention until it becomes a network of pulsing nerves throbbing under the skin, even before our brains can fish…

Between each of my fingers ribbons of my daughter’s hair trellis down over my forearms. My daughter, now twelve sits between my thighs, resting her arms over my legs. The…

When I dream of beauty, I can’t just dream it for myself. I dream it for everyone. When I dream of freedom, I can’t just dream for myself, but want…

I had become familiar with the beautiful passionflower in dried form earlier this summer. Its nervine and analgesic properties were a win-win when looking for a plant to treat so…

For months, if not lifetimes, I have felt it. For years I have sat, denying the undercurrent of a deep truth. Sitting in a pew, the same wooden pew for…

No, not He who spoke softly to my ear, His silence cast and branded from a mold to sear. Then, the sweeping and coming of a bird gathering cloud and…

My grandmother died in the early hours of morning just two days after Christmas. The Hospice nurses said she had a peace about her near the end. They said she…

light, flowers, new life in one of my favorite places on earth

I’ve been waiting for spring I walked by a small cluster of unknown plants They caught my eye, drew me in My response is always to take a picture, think…