As beautiful as spring is, it doesn’t arrive gently. The transition from late winter into early spring is one of seesawing extremes.
In the wheel of the year each season has its distinctive gifts, its own character and flavor. There is a time for hermitage and
Every spring is a kind of portal. An opening where absolutely everything has the possibility to change. When what was dormant can become
a·wak·en·ing Coming into awareness, a shift in consciousness, appreciating previously unseen aspects of reality, enlightenment.
It’s spring and the whole world is cleansing. Tender greens are rising like a blush in the woods. The song birds have
I walked through the warm woods barefoot to the cleft of hill overlooking the stream. Following the old worn way through the trees,
This year’s spring has been a revelation, sweet and slow. The mountains here held winter much longer than usual—we’ve even seen April
Spring is the season of renewal. It is a time for cleansing, releasing, letting go of all that which you kept and counted and swaddled
Spring has crept into these mountains like slow rain. Soft and almost imperceptible, if not for the bright flashes of forsythia and cherry