Here we are again at my favorite festive observance in the whole turning year. This is the eve of Samhain, or in popular parlance, Halloween...

Night of the void between the worlds, night when the veil between the worlds is stirring, lifting, when the old year shrivels and fades, and...

Alas, the garden is being put to bed for the winter, and it is sad to be pruning the roses and cutting back the perennial residents of the b...

I would say that there exist a thousand unbreakable links between each of us and everything else, and that our dignity and our chances are o...

Many trees in the eastern Ontario highlands have already lost their leaves and fallen asleep in their leaf-strewn alcoves, but others are ju...

when the light leaves early, sun slipping down behind the beech trees as easily as a spoon of cherry cough syrup, four deer step delicately ...

Beau and I usually notice our neighbor's bright red Toyota truck on our walks, but at this time of the year, his whole yard is a thing o...

You cannot buy the revolution. You cannot make the revolution. You can only be the revolution. It is in your spirit or it is nowhere. Ursula...

Leaves crunching underfoot or rattling like sabres, ice crystals limning fences, blowsy plumes of frosted grasses, leaf strewn puddles on th...

Are the leaves embarrassed by this sudden change from serviceable green to gaudy red and gold? All those colors clanging in the wind: copper...

There are ways in, journeys to the center of life, through time; through air, matter, dream and thought. The ways are not always mapped or c...

This week's word offering is rooted in the Latin hībernātus , past participle of the verb hībernāre (to spend the winter) and the noun...

Autumnal sun streams through these yellow maple leaves translucent as stained glass. The ground beneath my feet is strewn with pine cones, a...

The lake is a quiet place in October. Its surface is untenanted by loons or ducks, by blundering humans or otters paddling effortlessly in t...

Statistically, the probability of any one of us being here is so small that you'd think the mere fact of existing would keep us all in a...

This week's word has been around since the eleventh century, making its way to us through the Middle English egge , the Old English ecg ...