If the werewolf was a botanist, She could wake from her rampage And trace her moon-mad trail From the battered leaves tangled in her hair.…
At lunchtime I fled the over-air-conditioned building I work in and walked the labyrinth at Lichgate. Labyrinths are centuries-old tools of meditation, contemplation, self-healing, and…
There may be fairies at the bottom of the garden. There is no evidence for it, but you can’t prove that there aren’t any, so…
Full blue moon after a hard night’s rain. Indigo and black arm wrestle to name the color of the sky. Stars shine like ornaments on…
Hot yoga is 85 minutes of sweating, panting, trembling, and nearly falling over. It’s also full of moments of strength, balance, power, and grace. To…
These photographs tell some of the stories of my 2017. New Year’s Eve at Incandescence MLK Day in Cuba Imbolc Following Serendipity Florida State University…
I love adding gorgeous words of spiritual advice to photographs I’ve taken on my travels. It’s playful, creative, and easy. I hope one or more…
We moved across the sunlit gray bricks of Plaza Vieja, dizzy from the very miracle of being in Cuba. We passed the building housing Camara…
Gratitude bestows reverence, allowing us to encounter everyday epiphanies, those transcendent moments of awe that change forever how we experience life and the world. —…
When I was 16 years old an assistant manager walked out from behind the counter at Wendy’s, delivered my friends and me a round of…