Soul Animals
Orange fritillary butterflies flutter beside the trail, dining on coneflower nectar and dew. The dogs…
Butterflies, Dreams, and Marion Woodman
In late June, I receive encouraging editorial feedback about the first draft of my book…
Saving the Farm
In July 1972, they moved with their baby boy to a crumbling farmhouse on a…
What Bluebirds Teach Me About Not Giving Up
Dear Bluebird Mama, Earlier this week, I saw you carrying dried grasses inside a nesting…
The Tree Swallow’s Sacred Nest
Yesterday evening, after another wild thunderstorm, I look in the nesting box closest to my…
Green Gladness in Days of Grief
I sit on my back porch on a May evening and watch the hazy Moon…
Strong Hearts Carry Both Joy and Sorrow
The forest is green with moss and ferns. Fiddleheads near the stream are ready to…
Insider Rewards, Outsider Blues
In Mexico, Missouri where Dad had gone to high school and Grandpa was a Friday…
Wings to Lift the Spirit
“What do you want to do when you visit, Mom?” I don’t hesitate. “Let’s go…
When Strangers Become Family: Dreams, Synchronicity, & AncestryDNA
Two days before my dead husband Vic’s birthday, I received an email from a stranger…