
Entering Fire
During June and July, I’ve been out standing in a field – a barley field — paying witness to a wild and wacky world.
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.
My father died two months ago. Yesterday, we did a sunrise walk together.
We are taught that if we work hard enough, we will get over our losses. This has not been the case for many who grieve, including me.