When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I ...

Grace is the celebration of life, relentlessly hounding all the non-celebrants in the world. It is a floating, cosmic bash shouting its way ...

When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I ...

When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I ...

Finding beauty in a broken world is acknowledging that beauty leads us to our deepest and highest selves. It inspires us. We have an innate ...

When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, ...

Nights in the village are cool; morning skies are gray and overcast. The forecast for the next few days is for lower temperatures, clouds f...

Grace is the celebration of life, relentlessly hounding all the non-celebrants in the world. It is a floating, cosmic bash shouting its wa...

Oh, how these buttery yellow gerbera blooms capture and hold the sun within. Kin to dahlias, daisies, marigolds, calendulas, coneflow...

Grace is the celebration of life, relentlessly hounding all the non-celebrants in the world. It is a floating, cosmic bash shouting its ...

Leaves crunching underfoot or rattling like sabres in in the wind, ice crystals limning cedar fence rails along the ridge, blowsy plume...

Grace is the celebration of life, relentlessly hounding all the non-celebrants in the world. It is a floating, cosmic bash shouting its ...

It's the light that grabs your attention, every single time. Sometimes, a little light gets inside you too.

Finding beauty in a broken world is acknowledging that beauty leads us to our deepest and highest selves. It inspires us. We have an inna...

Here we are on the cusp between autumn and winter. There is an element of impatience in the voices of Canada geese as they fly over the ...

Turn sideways into the light as they say the old ones did and disappear into the originality of it all. Be impatient with easy explan...

This week's word hails from the Middle English word comforten , meaning to make strong, thence from the Old French verb conforte r...

I have been trying to read the script cut in these hills— a language carved in the shimmer of stubble and the solid lines of soil, s...

Finding beauty in a broken world is acknowledging that beauty leads us to our deepest and highest selves. It inspires us. We have an inna...

Turn sideways into the light as they say the old ones did and disappear into the originality of it all. Be impatient with easy expla...