A poem in August.

Narrowed days and bitter winds,the unforgiving way we begin.The root and the bud and the swell and the birthThe newness, … More

a word from the universe

Recently I was confronted with a tale of familiarity. A friend with an opportunity to re-kindle a boomerang love, but … More

Our soil matters the most

“You often feel tired, not because you’ve done too much, but because you’ve done too little of what sparks a … More

Beauty

  A few weeks ago something happened that could have gone a lot differently. And while maybe one day I … More