Wild Thoughts

For the peace and promise of a sunrise. The quickening of breath that comes when we take in the beauty of our surroundings. For the mystery and humility of daring to see how we are all connected. For the opportunity, over and over again, to choose joy. For waking up…

Leaves Take Flight It is the season for letting go. A time when even trees move bending and swaying in the strong gusts adding their whispering song to the wind. Leaves touched by autumn’s cool hand let loose from sturdy branches. Taking flight, of all things– a wild dance in…

When the fog lifts Socked in. As clouds touch down. As the sun rises filtered by fog to a gentle glow. The world softens in this light. It’s the perfect temperature the perfect humidity to breathe gently. Deeply. On mornings such as this we humans have to slow our relentless…

What if we could hear our own soul speak? I mean, we already do from time to time, right? A bolt of intuition or a deep sense of knowing comes, or a feeling of calm wisdom settles upon us. We can and we do tap into our inner spirit especially…

Air thick with humidity. Sun hazy but blinding still in its glare. Today holds ease in its harsh light. Ease in that we best not rush, the heat will overwhelm. Move slowly—unlike everything we ever hear in our human to human exchanges. Walk carefully, pause in the shade so that…

Seeds It doesn’t matter how many decades I’ve been doing it. Every single year, when I plant vegetable seeds the size of a pin head into soil I am mesmerized and astonished when they sprout. Some are tenderly nursed along indoors establishing some roots before they are set in the…

An orchard full of questions In grasping for answers –when we hold too tight– we squeeze the juice right out of the question. In search of definitive, black and white certainty we unwittingly plot a rigid path that narrows with each step. It’s hard not to dig in, once we’ve…

Mud and Muted Miracles I’ll be honest. April is not my favorite month. The snow is either gone or too crunchy or punchy to play with. The ground is still frozen so garden prep can’t really happen. It’s a time of in between known here in the northland as Mud…

What does it mean to pray? What does it mean to pray? Gathered together or on our own? For some, it’s a direct line to a creator. For others, it’s more of a universe thing, tapping into a connection, say, with the natural world and ‘sending’ it. For still others,…

A Winter Walk Ah, Winter, you often maligned sometimes scowled at beauty of a season. I get it. If people are only shoveling or driving upon slippery roads, some of your shine can wear off pretty quickly. Dear reader, if you are someone lacking either the gear or the gumption to…