In my dream I sit patiently as someone – a woman with a deft, artistic touch – paints my face… Read more 365 Grateful: Permission To Rise
A few weeks ago I came upon a scene that left me baffled, yet mighty curious. There went a young… Read more 365 Grateful: Shuffle. Scoop. Breathe.
It’s funny, you know, the things that claim a permanent spot in your memory. Not the sort that surfaces once… Read more 365 Grateful: Summer Nights, Green Beans, and the Reds on Radio
Grateful, today, for the life of my sister-in-law Becky Sheline Johnston’s mother Beverly, whose life was celebrated in memorium on… Read more 365 Grateful: Yeah? Watch Me
A couple of weeks ago, after a long, tumultuous, overnight rain, I struck out early for work, driving down the… Read more 365 Grateful: Ruts
Earlier this month, I attended the Art of Hosting’s Turtle Island (North America) Practitioner’s Gathering in Columbus, Ohio. It was… Read more 365 Grateful: listen. Listen. Then Do.
A skeleton leaf hangs suspended from my garage door on a slender strand of silk spun by one of my… Read more Skeleton Leaves
I stand in liminal space – in the space between what was and what will become. I’m oddly at ease… Read more Standing in Liminal Space
Spring arrived yesterday, escorted by heavy wet snow and rain. But I believe flowers smile when it rains, because they’re… Read more 365 Grateful: Spring, Rain, and Daffodils
There is a rainbow at my feet, seemingly embedded in the gray of the carpet fibers. Vivid strips of purple… Read more 365 Grateful: Rainbows & Closure