Imagine being surrounded by loved ones. Imagine words forming on a page. Imagine the greening of soft sloping hills. Imagine bookshelves w...

The feathers collect on the small wood table, my alter. My husband brings new ones and places them there as gifts, his morning offerings....

It was not our first time walking together but it was the first time we set a specific time, cross country, no less. Her in California an...

The spiral is at the center of my heart. This logo was designed by Una Toibin. Una Toibin . She is most noted for her paintings regarding...

I showered. Even applied a light lipstick. Today is a day with client appointments. Therapy or as I call it, consultations. I was at my d...

Photo by Barbara Webb on Pexels.com Early this morning seeds arrived in the mail, Morning Glories and a Wildflower Mix with promises to f...

Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com For several days I could not log into this blog and I thought it was lost to me. I had resigned to begin a...

The first Day. Someone asked me, “When did you arrive?” I stopped to think because even though I have only been here for 24 hours, it fee...

This morning I planned for the Yoga Nidra Meditation class I am offering tonight. Thought about what we need: a safe place to rest. Tonig...

Last night six people came into stillness, in community.  Covered with blankets, supported by bolsters, they opened to the experiment of ...

I find no remedy in the obvious: gratitude, the random pumpkins growing in the side yard, daily devotions, screeches from the eagle’s nes...

The Gathering table is over 100 years old. It has burn marks, uneven spots, knots. Odd chairs placed around, a wooden bench. A cushion ma...

I began my day, called to breakfast. The table set, day-old scones heated, bacon and eggs, tea. Afterwards, I took the call from India. I...