All the Wonders

I sit down to write And no words come. I am tired, Discouraged, Overwhelmed by the never-ending Reports of disasters and tragedies....

This morning, I found a secret message written in the fresh snow of the street. I came upon it backwards -- right to left -- and so...

Today's practice for the Wilderness - staying in the present moment

Today's Practice: Gratitude

I am reminding myself of the practices that we'll need to survive (and even thrive?) in the wilderness we have entered.

For those who are afraid ... to leave their homes, to send their children to school, to read the news for fear of what they will find.

When I feel despair about The way things are Or hopeless about What is to come. When I feel lost, No longer sure of the paths I am to...

A new recording of "All Shall Be Well" by Beth A. Richardson

I woke up in the night, worrying And praying for my candidate to win. In my heart it feels Like certain doom If the other team is...

We have hope ... When seeds sprout. Babies are welcomed by loving parents. People gather together to Eat and laugh and cry. We have...

Where is our hope? Love is our joy, our purpose, our anchor, our hope.

I’m sitting on the porch with my second cup of coffee, logged into the Merlin App from the Cornell Lab of Ornithology. The app is...

“ Davida Angelica Roared  is a courageous book about lions, wounds, and the healing that comes through roaring.”   Thirty years ago I...

I walk outside And look up at the tree in the front yard. Its branches are bare. Leaves, long shed, Were raked and carried To the...

I am out of balance. Overwhelmed with worry about the sorrows of this world. I am tipping over into fear. Concerned that I won't know how...

The weather app said, “Dense fog advisory.” But up here on the ridge, the fog had begun to melt away. I looked out the kitchen window and...

I’m at the Haden Institute’s summer dream conference. Walking the lake trail, I found this fern in the process of unfurling. It inspired...

There is this part of me That, if it were not For the singing of the Wood Thrush, Would feel so hopeless. There is this part of me That,...

When life has slowed, And days run into days run into days I count my time in dog walks and cups of coffee. I watch the plants, Reaching...

I remember you, Grandpa Tom. Resilience forged in World Wars and dust bowls. Kindness shaped by love and generosity. Faith cultivated in...