I wrote this poem two days ago about our dog Rosie who just turned 14 on December 27th. I have been feeling especially tender toward our old girl knowing that each day she is with us is a gift and there will only be so many more days. Today I took her to the vet…
Close your eyes. Lay your body upon the earth; let her hold your worries for a while. Feel nature’s breath move across your skin, dancing through your hair. Open your heart. Bathe in the moon’s light, resting in her life-giving energy. Atoms flow effortlessly through the space in between. Are they bone or stone? Skin…
I have been wanting to introduce my readers to my friend Jon for some time. I think this post is a good one for that purpose. Jon is a landscaper-philosopher. He takes amazing pictures of the small, fascinating details in the natural world and has a unique, warm and REAL way of describing what he…
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