It is early in the morning, in the new year 2025.  As I walk my dog past the lake, I notice a dozen ducks gliding down to land on the water.  They congregate together, bobbing on the surface.  One by one they begin to dive under water until there are none left at the surface, the lake now an empty mirror.  The ducks have gone into the deep together, foraging. I am reminded of a winter solstice message from Francis Weller that I recently listened to, where he spoke of humanity

It’s a blustery April day on Nantucket Island and I am hunkered down inside under pandemic quarantine orders.  Wrapped in a blanket and...

She still stands tall Slightly bowed in reverence Her flower head, once vibrant, now browned and brittle Appearing old and vulnerable...

I belong to the fire-tinged sunrise sky To the flash of bird wing The easy rolling river I belong to the sweetgrass scented earth The...

May the words encircle my tongue Like sweet strands of honey Warmed by my heart Reminding me of my sacred origins So that I speak only...

From the door of my wild mouth, out flew A faint strangled whisper An amputated groan A fretful sigh A stunted plea that now Bubbles and...

To the tiny snail perched on a leaf To the hungry raccoon standing on hind legs to peer into my porch To the bluebird surveying from the...

I am feeding the holy wild world.  And this is how I feed : With soft caressing steps And a rain shower of prayer With grateful chants...

Under a gauze sky The river runs sepia Blessed quietude Sky ablaze, air burnt Shadows upon a weeping earth War ransoms peace A lone...

There is a trend emerging in our current culture. A movement toward something more, something beyond the confines of buildings.  There is a