The Place of Caught Breath
Here we are at a cosmic portal: the dark of the moon, at the darkest time of the year, about to embark on the longest night. And the darkness around us on the world scene is deep, as deep as most of us have seen in our lifetime. Yet, we also know...Playing With Numbers
I believe that when we create, no matter what it is—a meal, a song, a garden, an altar space, a drawing, a knitted scarf, a haiku—we align with, and amplify, the creative life/love energy of our planet. Especially when our creation also feeds our wonder,...Taking A Breath
At Albany Bulb with Elaine Side by side on a log by the bay. Sunlight. Unleashed dogs, prancing through surf, almost exploding out of their skins with perfect happiness. Dogs who don’t know about fired park rangers, or canceled health research, or tariff wars,...Searching for True North
I want to write a blog on the wonder of pomegranates, and I will, sometime soon. But the slam of edicts coming out of Washington this past week—edicts that adversely affect millions of people, including family members and friends— spawned in me grief and rage....Getting the Mail, April 4 in Minnesota
Steel blue door, sealed to cozy us mammals within opens with a deep sigh—SWOOSH— a startle of cold, a brilliant white shout, singing in the sun amid patchy dirt and bedraggled stalks—the fist crocus! Grinning, chest suddenly warm with fluttering, I make my way down...Share This Post
Welcome to Whisperings
“There is a place where words are born of silence,
A place where the whispers of the heart arise.”
— Rumi
I will ponder here what whispers to me in the silence. I’d love for you to whisper back; maybe we will all get clearer—or maybe, like in the old kids’ game of “telephone” we will end up somewhere else entirely (which would be fun too)
