Casting Shadows

What do we do when the words won’t come, when we stand, stock-still, mouths agape, dazzled by beauty and wonder and awe, minds taking snapshots as if we might capture a moment in time, whatever that is, perception being everything; What happens to us when we become...

Scoured

There are those who shun the wind, though I am not one of them. A desert dweller by birth, living in a subtropical environment has me gasping all too often for air, movement of energy, a yearning for fresh.  Tonight we drove to the end of the road as is often the case...

Little Dog Update

You may have read about it here. Amazing news. After Chris has taken food to little dog every morning and evening for months now, he discovered this note yesterday. We don’t know who the writer is referring to; another person had been leaving a bowl of water...

Raising Mana

My own sadness pulls me inward, bringing tears but also fond and tender memories of another time, another place; sometimes it feels as though it was another life that guided me to those dense woods and sparkling waters of eastern Maine, a place I never thought to...

Lookout

The drumbeat of water is the best sort of background noise, punctuated by birdsong and the occasional distracted glance at nimbostratus hovering in the distance, invitation to tease their own condensed element back to earth; And now here it comes, sideways slants...