Come to the Labyrinth

I recently walked a labyrinth. Actually, I walked many labyrinths–seven to be exact. Each one varied in size, material, texture, and setting. Each one evoked a different emotion in me while I walked round and round, forward, backwards (seemingly!), looping this way and that. The labyrinth is an ancient symbol used in different faiths and … More Come to the Labyrinth

Dance of the Great Blue Herons (or something like that!)

  A few weeks ago we were walking past our neighborhood lake and saw two Great Blue Herons performing quite an elaborate dance. We stopped to watch, not completely sure what was happening. They flew in low circles around each other, flapping their long stretched-out wings. First one rising, then the other. Each time they … More Dance of the Great Blue Herons (or something like that!)

A Woman in the Woods: Coming Face to Face With the Creation

I only went out for a walk, and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.~John Muir Winter Trees at Dusk, 2017. I am at home in the woods. I have a strong affinity for the natural world that also includes great respect and awe. I do … More A Woman in the Woods: Coming Face to Face With the Creation

Angels Among Us

Angels Among Us        It’s been a rough couple of months for my family. I haven’t been able to write about it in detail and share it yet, but I will. My husband’s only brother, Pete, was involved in a fatal motorcycle accident right after Thanksgiving. It shook our family’s foundation, as these … More Angels Among Us

This View

This View Looking up the hill. I never tire of this view; this tree; this silhouette. These colorful clouds are a bonus. I always thought I’d have to travel far, far away to experience the wonder and beauty of this world. Now that I’m almost fifty years old, I’m realizing the most beautiful place on … More This View

Reflection

Reflection Each day, each walk, she’s always there. Waiting; I’d like to think for me. But who can know? I feed her green mosses and pond-grasses. She takes them from my hand. Unafraid. Aware. Last week she bit my finger. I must remember to not take it personally. After all, she is nature. And so … More Reflection

These Woods

“Through these woods I have walked thousands of times. For many years I felt more at home here than anywhere else, including our own house. Stepping out into the world, into the grass, onto the path, was always a kind of relief. I was not escaping anything. I was returning to the arena of delight. … More These Woods