Mourning Doves

It’s Spring again and my lovely dovey couple are back, chibbering to each other on my windowsill, alighting on the open shower window frame, and peering sideways at me through my living room window, about 6 inches from my desk, twiddling twigs in their beaks. I...
The Meditation of Silence

The Meditation of Silence

The infinite power of silence doesn’t get enough, well, airtime. Which, in a roundabout way, is exactly the point. How, in this world of 24/7 entertainment, social media, news, programming, achievement, cost/benefit equations and do, do, do, can something as...
Growing Wild

Growing Wild

I am repotted. Correction: unpotted. Routed out of my old pot and planted in the ground this time. In many ways I’ve missed my old pot up until now; it was roomy and deep, and my roots took on the shape of the container. I could feel the perimeters of my pot,...
Living in the Woods: The Nature of Nature

Living in the Woods: The Nature of Nature

My fiancé and I often discuss leaving suburbia and living in the woods. While we literally mean this, and certainly incalculable benefits result from marinating in trees and dirt and open sky from dawn till dusk, there’s a metaphoric meaning here as well. When...