Life is not a problem to be solved but a mystery to be lived. — Thomas Merton The Unexpected Do you see this opportunistic pink flower, peaking her way around the croton plant?  She volunteered herself into this pot, with no help from me, the gardener.  She just showed up, feisty and gutsy, showing off…

Layers of pre-dawn orange-yellow streaks bled into the pale horizon giving a hint of the light to come. Being early risers, the sun and I breakfast together. During a recent early breakfast, while enjoying a sweet watery melon, I caught a glimpse of an iridescent green streaking by my window. The hummingbird returned and hovered…

Gardeners know about life cycles and they know about loss. Gardens see continuous rotations of life and death. For me, losing a tree is the hardest.  A few years ago, a powerful nor’easter violently uprooted one of my stately oaks. It was here one day and gone the next.  It will take many years for…

___________________________________________________________________ This post is dedicated to spiritual healer, David Johnson, author of Moonride. I rarely finish my morning coffee.  This might be a subconscious habit.  I have use for what remains in my mug.  I pour the cooled liquid around my hydrangeas.  Yes, they like coffee too, or rather they like the acid in coffee. …

It’s a soggy, warm June morning. During the night, a pelting rainstorm ran over us like a speeding train, leaving our yard fully drenched. This morning, remnants of the storm are clearly visible. New blades of grass have brazenly spiked through tiny slits in the sidewalk. Morning Glories, looking like fluted stemware are glistening with…

A Lesson in Divine Gestation. Mother’s Day is planting day.  Lined up like cadres of marching bands are flats filled with colorful rows of safire-blue lobelia, white alyssum, vibrant pink sunpatiens, and showy red geraniums. Tall, cheery waves of yellow-white jonquils have had their time in the sun and have wilted away. Teacups of orangey-red…

It is a blustery afternoon, nearing the end of the Lenten season. A small patch of blue sky is being swallowed up by a rush of advancing clouds. The air is electric, powered by a pronounced shift in the atmosphere. Nature is in preparation mode. Ground critters have disappeared, finding and burrowing into tiny, carved…

In my early morning nook, while writing my next post on transitions, I looked out and saw this reflection:  a light within my tree.  I found this poem.  The images and the poem say it all.     The Light Within – Poem by William Lindenmuth There’s a light that burns within you that illuminates…

Spiritual Beings on an Earthly Adventure This post is dedicated to my two Carols who continually inspire me with their spirit. 🦋 I find my Spiritual Center in a forest, under a tree and in my garden. This morning I see a delicate mist has lightly varnished my garden with a moist glaze. Droplets of…

It is Never Too Late to Show Up for Your Re-Creation Story According Native American folklore, there are four things you cannot take back: the spoken word, a spent arrow, neglected opportunities, and the past. I would like the luxury of taking back parts of my past. I have allowed pivotal opportunities to slip away….