Raccoon
Come out, Raccoon. Were you the one who stole our creative flow? Or, perhaps in our quick judgment, we failed...
Posts about River
Dreamtime
I breathed a prayer over our land, “How can I best be here, in the desert, with people more native...
My Wisdom Stick
Knowing that the Sacred is not restricted by time or place, I enjoy time travel on occasion. My wisdom stick prompts...
Opening to Trust
To sit with one, who no longer has a need to defend, is to sit with one who opens doors....
Springing Up From Within
In the morning, I walk through the woods. Even in the shade, high temperatures offer lethargy. Algae cover the lake’s...