I have learned to both welcome and grieve the coming of autumn. And with every passing year I find that I am feeling Autumn’s Lessons more keenly. Autumn is the season of ambivalence and reconciliation, soft-carpeted training ground for the dissolution that awaits us all, low-lit chamber for hearing more Read more…
Sometimes it’s easy to live slightly detached from my body, especially when I experience a lot of physical pain in that body. As I age I am attempting to live more in my body instead of escaping. The question I ask myself regularly is… What is My Soul’s Address? Where Read more…
Even on a bright, sunny, warm, humid September day I feel the turning of the season towards fall. As I gaze at the late morning landscape at French Regional Park I feel as if I am Dwelling Between Fading Light and Falling Leaves though there are many leaves yet to Read more…
Here we are in the second half of September already. Goldenrod and asters are the wildflower stars of this season with the brilliant colors of sumac leaves a bright contrast to the many subtle shades of green and gold. The Shades of September are not yet brilliant and beautiful as Read more…
This morning after the rain I headed over to nearby French Regional Park for a short walk. I wanted to take advantage of the cloudy “soft-box” skies before the sun came out. In the meadow area near the drive into the park I found a sea of Bee Balm and Read more…