
Winter Wander Land
Nature always listens, but in winter it seems to listen more deeply.
Nature always listens, but in winter it seems to listen more deeply.
My America is not the America represented by today’s bitter cold inauguration
“For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven.” Ecclesiastes 3:1
“Hurricane season brings a humbling reminder that, despite our technologies, most of nature remains unpredictable.” — Diane Ackerman
Lost in the weeds of your life? Pay attention to the present moment.
During June and July, I’ve been out standing in a field – a barley field — paying witness to a wild and wacky world.
No one in my life heard the music of Mother Nature better than my beloved friend, Judy.
There is unbridled potential for the poetic — in everything, even in ourselves.
“I want something from Daddy that he is not able to give me . . . .”