As a former nanny, (13 years in that field!) I can’t help but to stop and admire the artwork of a young person.  This is especially true...

Sometimes I have a desire to paint, but have not a vision of what the canvas wants.  Rather than throwing in the towel, in such times,...

The process of remembering our heart’s song can be beautifully complex, eliciting a wide array of emotions.  As different parts of the...

As the season of winter draws to a close, Wild Winds whip and whirl around .  Drawing our attention out of the safety and warmth of home,...

Last month we found ourselves in the midst of a heavy snow and ice storm. I wrote this song in the midst of that storm while praying...

Earth is our Mother. Without Her, we would die.  The rivers and streams that flow through Her are our brethren, gifts of love from...

In our front room, where prayer candles are lit, turtles of many sizes, shapes and hues dance along our mantle-top altar, carrying our...