• Poetry

    When I Die

    “I want to know my death
    makes me no less part of the tree.
    That dying can be as triumphant as tragic.
    I want to know that the hope of rebirth
    is just a season away.”

  • Life Musings, North America, Travel Stories

    The Spirit of the Land Pt. 1

    There were people(s) who knew intimately the spirit of the land because it was inside them. They were not separate from the beauty or terror of nature but revered it. Their stories have been rewritten, if not entirely erased but there are vestiges left behind. They are still with us. It is not yet too late.

  • Life Musings

    Cold Season

    This weekend was maybe one of the hardest since quarantine. I felt emotional at the grocery store, suspicious of people getting too close to me, anxious that they weren’t wearing a mask, that I was touching mine too often.

  • Faith, Life Musings, North America

    The gift of presence

    Presence. Every year, I choose a word to be my focal point. To guide and ground me through whatever life gives, and takes. I’ve done this for a decade. Long enough to know that all aspects of the word will be honed in on, the light and the dark. Life has a way of doing that, taking our intentions and lovingly developing a curriculum that will challenge and grow us in ways unexpected.