Sweet Dreams

“It takes a bee 10,000,000 trips to collect enough nectar to make one pound of honey.” — Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees My 16 ounce jar of Swords into Plowshares honey, then, is just that: a jar full of 10,000,000 bee trips. (Do they get frequent flyer miles?) Swords into Plowshares is […]

Wake me up when September

On Friday, I took the opportunity of a beautiful, early September evening to enjoy a walk along the shore in my neighborhood. It’s a different time of day for me, as I am often awake before the sun and asleep before it fully leaves the sky. I could feel the waning warmth of the day, […]

She does not play small, why should I?

“Which causes me to wonder, my own purpose on so many days as humble as the spider’s, what is beautiful that I make? What is elegant? What feeds the world?” — Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum • • • Orb Weaver. Doesn’t that conjure up an image of some great goddess weaving planetary trajectories through […]

*brought to you by the letter F

• • • If a frog comes into your life, it may mean you need to call forth new rains to cleanse old energy or old ways. The frog is a totem of metamorphosis, and always has connection to the creative force from which it came. — Ted Andrews, Animal-Speak • • • Photos ©2011, […]

When Opportunity…Slithers?

“Let’s see what it means,” my friend Martha would have said before promptly pulling out her copy of Ted Andrews’ Animal-Speak. But she wasn’t with me, and… “Oh my!” was about all I could muster when I spotted this gorgeous three-foot black snake on the trail in front of me. If my amateur snake identification […]

At the Right Time

“I don’t really believe in coincidences. Things happen for a reason,” a friend emailed this week. “What that reason is I am not sure. But I have faith. For example…our friendship. You and I have not met by chance. It was set up deliberately. All of the stars aligned and here we are emailing and […]

When Magic Has Its Say

Clearing my head this day is like clearing a thicket of brambles and branches. My thoughts have attached themselves to me like burrs, and it is too cold to stop and try to pull them off. So we walk along the frozen path together. It is quiet in the woods now. Except for the still-suspended […]