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…
A Child’s Awareness of the Secrets of Death
Daddy was sad and quiet. Mommy cleared her throat and dabbed her eyes with a…
A Sunset Meditation for Challenging Times
I hurry uphill, out of breath. Instead of sitting quietly at my altar inside, I…
Marion Woodman and the Path of Pleasure
I tell my mother I want to go to a Marion Woodman conference--except my dream…
Longing for Touch
“Hold me. I’m worried about you.” “Hug me. I’m scared.” “Put your arms around me…
Winter Gifts
Blue Jays, Cardinals, and Juncos are my constant January companions, but Blue Jays bullies are…