PUFF

They appeared at my door this afternoon: Next-door neighbor Dave, one-more-house-down neighbor Bill, and Dave’s young son Logan. “Oh…dear…” I mumbled when I realized that what Logan had in his arms was not a dangling puppy, but a newborn fawn. All three laughed at my unintended play on words as I gathered the sweet smelling…

EARNEST

He has many names, but “The Screamer” was his first. “He is NOT happy if I don’t give him a bottle,” said Susan, my wildlife rehab friend. “And he’s not good with a bottle. He takes light years to eat, and I don’t have light years these days.” The whole time she was talking, I…

FAITH

She is near six weeks old, I’m told. Six weeks, and just about two pounds on the postage meter I keep for weighing small, wild things. She came to me with her brothers last Thursday night, and in her first few hours with me, she became my lesson in humility. I recently completed a wildlife…

APRIL-MAY MUSING

I fully intended to write a musing for April, but I blinked my eyes and April was gone. That fast! I feel as though spring has stepped up her seasonal pace to warp speed. Is it just me? May has run away with me as well. If you ask me, such beautiful days should linger…

MID-MARCH MUSING

Too much is happening around here, and I don’t want to wait ‘til April to muse about it. So, I’m doing my first “Midmonth Musing.” Spring has lots to say to me these days, and she’s chattering away at a fast clip. From my bedroom window, which looks out at a still-bare Gingko tree, the…

MARCH MAPLE MUSING–RIGHT TIMING

Recently, I crafted the last lesson of my winter web retreat, “Buffalo Dance: Exploring the Wisdom of Winter.” It has been a wonderful, three-month journey, taken by myself and nine fellow “winter travelers.” Our lessons have included chapters from “Buffalo Dance,” additional essays like the one below, and phone circles, all combined with a series…

LIGHTHEARTED PRESS!

I want to introduce you to my dear friend, Christine Davis. Back when I was first writing, Chris was also being given a message to write—and to draw—from her precious, departed “Forever Dog.” Being a bit off the asphalt path, as are most of us here (thank heaven!), Chris listened to this small inner voice,…

Cindy, a Seeker

Hi Susan! My name is Cindy and I live in Lexington, Kentucky.  My husband and I along with our two daughters live in a hundred and forty year old house that has been our joy and challenge for the last five years.  The quirks and surprises of an old home never cease to delight and…