July 4, 2023
The Courtship of Aphrodite’s Doves
He stands on a wood fence near my back porch, fluffing his feathers and waving…
June 20, 2023
Safe Under Ominous Skies
We walk down a dusty road under a green tornado sky. After sharing family Sunday…
May 23, 2023
My Forest Is a Graveyard
You won't find bones or bodies. Instead you'll find natural stone markers, buried ashes, and…
April 25, 2023
Gratitude for the Gift of Vision
“You haven’t been here since 2018,” the receptionist says when I call. “Have you seen…
April 11, 2023
Love and Loss with A Soul Animal
“Want to go outside, Willow?” I asked in a gentle voice. She struggled to her…
March 28, 2023
My Beloved Sons
The two of you sent a photo from David’s home in North Carolina last week.…
March 14, 2023
Hopeful Signs of Spring
February was unusually warm and calm in the New York Finger Lakes, a quiet time…
February 28, 2023
Dark Sky Magic and the Planetary Dance
In late February, my son David who lives in North Carolina sent a text to…