Here we are on the closing pages of January, nearing the eve of Candlemas or Imbolc. The festival falls on Monday, February 2nd, beginning a...

You don’t need candles, only the small slim flame in yourself, the unrevealed passion that drives you to rise on winter mornings remembering...

It was bitterly cold yesterday morning. Several inches of white stuff had fallen overnight, and ice lurked under every frill and flake and m...

Existential loneliness and a sense that one’s life is inconsequential, both of which are hallmarks of modern civilizations, seem to me to de...

Weary of deep snow and icy cold, I am a little tired of the color blue at times too, no matter how intensely blue the sky or snow drifts or...

Here is the road: the light comes and goes then returns again. Be gentle with your fellow travelers as they move through the world of stone ...

That dazzling blue . . . Sky, clouds, fields and trees, are rendered in exquisite shades of blue, and when the sun touches them, they sparkl...

The universe is still and complete. Everything that ever was, is; everything that ever will be, is - and so on, in all possible combinations...

Little things leave you feeling restless in mid January. You ramble through stacks of gardening catalogues, plotting another heritage rose ...

Listen says fox it is music to run      over the hills to lick dew from the leaves to nose along      the edges of the ponds to smell the f...

I was up before sunrise this morning and brewed up a dear little beaker of espresso in the Di Longhi, then lurched in here to write a blog p...

To hope is to gamble. It's to bet on the future, on your desires, on the possibility that an open heart and uncertainty are better than ...

  A rowdy north wind cavorts across the roof, rollicking through sleeping trees and shrubberies in the garden, making the frozen branches cr...

Some say it’s in the reptilian dance of the purple-tongued sand goanna, for there the magnificent translation of tenacity into bone and grac...

It snowed steadily in the village yesterday. This morning, clouds conceal the sky as far as the eye can see, and there is the promise of mor...

You really don't have to lose everything and travel to a remote valley to discover that the world is always rushing forward to teach us,...

In January, it is tempting to remain indoors and curl up in the warm with a mug of tea and a book, but Beau and I need to be out among the t...

Letters swallow themselves in seconds. Notes friends tied to the doorknob, transparent scarlet paper, sizzle like moth wings, marry the air....