OSPREY AND TROUT

That sacred summer I watched an osprey dive feet first wings spread like benediction when it rose with a silver, fluttering trout. That trout, oh! That trout plucked from the dense tug of water into the effortless current of air. Gasping with astonished breaths that rash unknown sunlight only now obscured by nothing, nothing. Shuddering…

ON THIS MOMENT

I wake up this morning in the dark of predawn. At my bedside is a cup of hot coffee with cinnamon and real cream, curtesy of my husband who brings me this tender offering each morning. My morning pills are within close reach and I open up the small jar after snapping on the light…

AS PROMISED—A WEB RETREAT!

“Winter Sojourn: An Intimate Exploration of the Cold Moons” Winter-to-Winter, our spiritual and physical nature is matured and ripened by the seasonal, circular celebration of the seasons. This December, I am offering a winter web retreat to explore and build upon the natural gifts and qualities of Winter. Crafted from my book, “Why Buffalo Dance,”…

A WINTER WEB RETREAT

Several years ago now, I offered a winter web seminar on the gifts of the winter season. It was three months long, conducted through email lessons and posts, and all of us who walked this winter path together had a grand time. This morning, I took down the full course, and began reading it again….

KISS OF AUTUMN

Usually, I feel it first on a bright sunny day when the wind is suddenly crisp and the shadows carve sharp angles across the landscape. “This is autumn,” I tell myself, “here to visit.” And I smile because I love autumn. But this year, the season crept up silently upon me, shifting with a subtly…

A TALE OF TWO DUCKS

For our seventh anniversary, after breakfast out, Carter and I spent part of the day assembling a Costco chicken house. It is not especially well-constructed, but is better than we could have built on our own. I really had no immediate plans to fill the abode. But critter houses rarely sit empty with us for…

MORPH 2: THE REST OF THE STORY

Our last post ended with me leaving the newly combined Rose Hive Tower to “sort things out.” I stepped out of the bee yard, stripping off gloves, veil, bee jacket, and heavy shoes as I made my way to the back door. Normally, I don’t “suit up” as extensively—or at all—but I had expected to…

MORPHING: PART 1

The weather has been glorious here at MillHaven this past week. Some heat, some clouds, some booming thunder, and some blessed rain. A little bit of everything, and all of it good. Things are changing in the garden quickly at this time of year. Many summer flowers are brown and bent now, and my lawns,…