Hawk: to catch a close up sight of a hawk is a gift to me, truly a presentation of spirit that comes through the grace of proper timing and location that’s entirely of this majestic birds choosing. Recently during a late morning walk we stopped to take photos of a…

We are: we are soul, it’s not that we have one, or anything at all, not really. We don’t have a soul, nor do we have a body or a mind, it’s simply what we are — soul expressed physically, thoughtfully, creatively. There’s nothing else, just soul, seen as infinite…

That I dream of bears: since childhood bears have figured prominently in my dreams, often appearing in times of most turmoil or if I’m fearful of a certain change to come. They’ve always seemed to represent my own strength to navigate these events, and that I’ll be able to make…

Whatever words: each morning I come to face an empty page, a clear screen that holds nothing but the potentiality of whatever words might be given. I’ve written most every day for well over 20 years now, not a streak as I really don’t give it much concern. It’s simply…

Cattails: cattails are found along a water’s edge, abundant throughout most wetlands, a symbol of a certain place where shore and shallow water meet. They have long been a favorite plant of mine, from a child exploring nearby ponds and creek beds to being an adult now and watching as…

Non-ordinary: in shamanism it’s called non-ordinary reality, a label to distinguish it from our regular state of mind, what we think of as our normal everyday mindset from which we experience life. On occasion a different reality bleeds through and we catch a glimpse of something completely other than the…

Gray catbird: it’s the songs that caught my curiosity first, seeming to last for minutes without purpose other than to extend the quality of its voice for others to enjoy, beautifully so, an artist right at the edge of thickets, staying hidden in tall weeds and tangled branches, preferring to…

Original meditation: it’s nature that heals, restoring us to an easier pace, a peaceful place of mind, and it begins immediately with first breath of air as we’re surrounded by trees, perhaps the presence of a stream or larger body of water, birdsong’s and chirp of insects. This is our…

Mallard: of all the animals I see each morning, even when I’m fortunate and catch sight of the rare, secretive ones, it’s ducks that are perhaps most beloved by me. They’re common to be my neighborhood pond, familiar my entire life, and yet never overlooked, always a deep love for…