Fort Loudon Lake Sunrise Somewhere around the first of November I finally began reading John O’Donohue’s book To Bless the Space Between...

I love a garden on dreary days The gentleness of green softened now      by falling snow Colors calmed Even the ever-exuberant Lenten...

A few weeks ago I spent lovely hours wandering the fields and roads of my hometown with deep thanksgiving for the place and people of my...

I danced in the rain just now soaked with laughter pelted with joy baptized with Holy water   It began softly a summer storm lullaby at...

nature's bright lime green shines in my garden A wild and provocative creature who goes professionally by Charli xcx gives me strange...

Sometimes I can almost hear what I heard when I heard nothing When the call of the owl and the whisper of bat owned the night Before...

Sung to the traditional tune On the first day of sneezing my body said to me The white blooms are on the pear tree On the second day of...

I have always liked dragons. It delights me to see ancient maps with fanciful creatures swimming in their oceans with the warning “Here...

To walk in the tumble of falling snow and hear the soft coldness rustle is to capture girlhood delight from the passages of memory....

On the green bank of Oak Creek I find myself in waters of pure ancient sound. These are the original water-notes of soul song. Archetypes...

I caught a star in the act of falling. A silvery streak of light on the dark sky scrim. Its more sedate sisters holding a steady pinprick...

In the mirror, the kaleidoscope of my DNA blurs in the reflection.  Ancestors flicker across the features of my face – my father’s nose,...

Long years before I launched findingmyreal.com, I was gathering thoughts in my journals. Some inspirations rise easily, nearly complete...

Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing. Kahlil Gibran I haven’t been inspired to write recently. Or more...

When the Goddess breathed Life it was warm and sweet An exhale of love A whisper of joy A murmur of pleasure I Am, She sighed I Am, I...

Just before sleep I slip out into the night sky To offer a silent chant ~ My gratitude for the day just done And I turn To the East Where...

To rustle with leaves Emerge with flower Run with waves Immerse in ripples of mountain streams To sip breezes – and whiskey To hear...

I do not pretend to understand God, but I do know that when Spirit prompts with a sure instinct, I need to act. There is a lesson or a...

We – each of us – hold in our hearts the Questions of Time. The deep queries of our souls. Questions of what truly matters. Questions of...

Autumn shadows deepen - Living the mystery of Life & Death A dear friend is preparing to be a Death Doula, one who guides the dying...