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Don't Just Stop. Make an Ending
There are so many blessings that can blossom from release: renewal, transformation, rest and repair. And sometimes, a season of releasing evolves into an ending. I think I can feel...
Don't Just Stop. Make an Ending
There are so many blessings that can blossom from release: renewal, transformation, rest and repair. And sometimes, a season of releasing evolves into an ending. I think I can feel...
Exhale: What Will You Release?
Recently, I stood outside with friends and watched an eclipse. We marveled at its beauty, at the shadow slowly moving across the moon, and at the almost incomprehensible reality of...
Exhale: What Will You Release?
Recently, I stood outside with friends and watched an eclipse. We marveled at its beauty, at the shadow slowly moving across the moon, and at the almost incomprehensible reality of...
On the Trail, We Wave
This morning, I was hiking with a friend when a truck came slowly down the trail. The driver waved to us. We waved back. Then another truck passed, slowly making...
On the Trail, We Wave
This morning, I was hiking with a friend when a truck came slowly down the trail. The driver waved to us. We waved back. Then another truck passed, slowly making...
Making Space for Wonder and Discovery
I was walking Las Llajas Canyon Trail with a friend, looking up at the mountains against a clear blue sky. True to the name Las Llajas, the rock appeared in...
Making Space for Wonder and Discovery
I was walking Las Llajas Canyon Trail with a friend, looking up at the mountains against a clear blue sky. True to the name Las Llajas, the rock appeared in...
The Secret Life of Winter Gardens
Click here to listen to my original song "Winter Garden" Walk through a winter garden and you see few, if any, signs of life. Bare branches stretch toward a gray...
The Secret Life of Winter Gardens
Click here to listen to my original song "Winter Garden" Walk through a winter garden and you see few, if any, signs of life. Bare branches stretch toward a gray...
Before the Poem, Comes the Pause
I set out on my first poetry road trip in Camélia, the minivan I transformed into a tiny camper after my toddlers became teenagers. I drove off for my first...
Before the Poem, Comes the Pause
I set out on my first poetry road trip in Camélia, the minivan I transformed into a tiny camper after my toddlers became teenagers. I drove off for my first...