GOD PLOP

Yesterday, something astonishing happened to me. In a good way. At a time when I had lost all sense of direction, and was feeling hopeless. I want to share this because I had told my friend a couple days ago that while I truly, honestly believed Spirit really intervened in the lives of people in…

THE GREEN TREATMENT

I am sick today, for the fourth time this winter. My granddaughter and I seem to be passing these germs back and forth between us. It has been years since I’ve been slammed with upper respiratory things. Years. I usually get one of these snotty things once every few years now, so this recent turn…

COYOTE WOODS: LIFE AT THE EDGE

Permaculturists—folks who believe in permanent, sustainable cultures from the soil on up—speak often and with passion about edges. The edges of a space are where the action happens, they teach, where the most possibility exists, and where life experiments with itself. Our rental house sits nestled in a world of edges. There is the edge…

POSSESSED BY PONDS

As most of you regular readers know, I’m sorta pond crazy. My obsession started in Indiana, where I put in a small but elaborate in-ground stone-edged pond in my back yard, and a bathtub pond up by my garden. I also had a kiddy wading pool for the neighborhood dogs in the driveway, and one…

ENTICED—AND GLAD OF IT

Spring is rolling out previews this month. Like a captivating trailer from a lushly orchestrated block-buster movie, Spring is previewing herself here in the northwest in gorgeous snapshots of tiny color, and in the softest breath of warm air on a cold cheek. “Coming soon to a continent near you! Springtime! Starring all your old-time…

WINTER GUESTS

Rain is the constant feature of my NorthWest winter. So constant, in fact, that on the very rare days the sun peaks out, I am stunned by its forgotten brilliance, and rush outside to stand facing it, eyes closed. That precious red glow behind my eyelids makes me suddenly warm all over. It seems to…

BAKING A GOOD RELATIONSHIP

I have decided that Fridays will be baking days and writing days. When you bake with sourdough starter, you have many hours of rising time in which to write, so I thought these two activities would complement each other nicely. My starter is from Indiana, and was initially conceived and concocted by a sweet housemate…