Brotherly Bonds
Little David pulled open the door and held up his arms for a hug. Snot…
The Cycle of Life: Monarchs, Mythology, and All Soul’s Day
"Come, Little Ones, it’s time to leave.” “But it’s cold out there.” “It’s cool but…
Rooted: Grounded in a Precarious World
On a late summer evening, my friend Lisa and I walk in the old forest…
Transformation: The Season is Changing and So Are We
The sun speeds south on the western horizon. Autumn equinox is near. Twenty or more…
Dancing with Monarchs, Defying Despair
The Earth burns. Citizens are shot for no reason other than the color of their…
A Prayer For Our Suffering World
I live in a rural sanctuary, but who can forget the pain of the world—the…
The Sacred Path of Love: Letters from 1967 & 2020
July 12, 1967 Dear Esel, After your bus left, I couldn’t face the apartment, so…
Carrying What We Need for Now
The bluebird boy uses his beak to carry bugs and caterpillars for his nestlings and…
Cradled: Creating a Safe Spot in Times of Crisis
It’s my safe spot now. I don’t love the dark walnut wood, but I love…
Skin Color Defined Our Lives
Two little girls stand in an open field, close to each other but not touching.…