Sprouting Roots
I often muse about trees and their amazing resilience. They survive intense winds, rain, snow, hail and even lightning strikes. They do not complain, they simply bend with the energies present. There is a...
I often muse about trees and their amazing resilience. They survive intense winds, rain, snow, hail and even lightning strikes. They do not complain, they simply bend with the energies present. There is a...
Below is a Hopi prophecy for our times. It felt right to quote the entire message… You have been telling people that this is the Eleventh Hour, now you must go back and tell...
This morning, the sun arose in a cloudless sky—turquoise blue from horizon to horizon. Birds are flapping and preening while taking a drink at our water offering. The now bare trees, having shed their...
I am writing this a few days before the 2024 presidential election. Both candidates have descended into a war of words warning about the opposition. It is not about policies, it is about personality....
The night is drawing a shade over a gray sky on this cold autumn day. I notice a chill more characteristic of winter teasing its way into the air as trees and plants retreat...
The land is very flat and spacious in this part of the great plains just beyond the vision of the Rocky Mountains. I am ten years old and spending the summer here at my...
I awoke this morning following a very strange and wondrous dream and I did not feel like I occupied a body. Looking at my hands, they seemed to belong to someone else. Reaching to...
The wind sends fabric into a billowing wave as it hangs from a clothesline in our backyard. Breaths of air seem to start at the bottom and, like an ocean swell, move upward through...
The Deschutes River courses through a small canyon and is relatively quiet on this autumn day. Waterfalls are softer, signs of reduced streamflows in early fall. Gentle ripples gather into deep silent pools hosting...
It looks like it is snowing outside our home. Velvety gray-white flakes gently fall to the ground, occasionally swirling in a breath of wind before landing. But these flakes are not made of frozen...