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When we approached one of the pools in the Oldfields Gardens near the Lilly House, Colton asked if I had a coin. “It’s a place to wish,” He said.  I told him that I didn’t have one, but that a person could make a wish with anything he might consider valuable, like a special stone. He ran off searching for that something special. It turned out to be a rose petal. Continue Reading


My encounters with the hawk have been a tap on the shoulder, advising me to take a closer look at things, to see beyond the obvious, to observe situations around me with a clearer focus, and to view the world from a higher perspective without losing sight of important details. Continue Reading


I was learning to “shift gears,” and “stand aside from my own experience, and examine it with a much better perspective.” When I let go and simply resonated with the essence of the mountain, expecting to see miraculous spirited beauty, Nature was all too willing to respond. My personal dreamer’s school lessons were found within the Soul of the Mountain. Continue Reading


I packed up my statue of Athena, a camera with two lenses and a shamanic drum for my part in their program. Two dear friends made the drive with me. After two days of heart-fed activities, soulful interactions and rich dream narratives, I returned home with a gorgeous red rose, a journal filled with notes, and precious connections to a circle of new friends. The following is a poetic expression that summarizes portions of my experience.Continue Reading


I add to Tom’s words. “The full force of love stands behind you, above you, below you and around you.” This is his gift to me from the other side of Death. But I know I still have an important assignment to complete for our son’s gift.Continue Reading


I experienced the companionship of loving friends and the sharing of dreams. I delighted in pristine Nature where the clear night sky is sprinkled with a glittery cosmos of stars, where wild birdsong greets the sunrise, where leaf-covered nature trails wind around a stunning blue lake, and where the unseen world is made visible again for those ready to see it. Continue Reading


Breaking the surface, I tear off my mask and gaze into the deep blue sky. I add air to my BCD, lean back and allow the salty sea to support me. Gazing at the moon on the far end of the horizon and the reflected light rays shining across the water, I ponder my place in life. Millions of stars flicker overhead, like skies of my childhood. An astronaut caught between worlds below and above, I murmur, “Nothing but the Universe and me.”Continue Reading


Most of all I remember the way my grandmother transformed ordinary encounters and daily experiences into magical occurrences, ones that later would feed my imagination for stories I would write. Of all these precious memories I still remember a pesky squirrel that climbed the screen door on the back porch hoping for a handout. My grandmother encouraged me to feed it, and as a result it became a daily visitor at her backdoor.Continue Reading


When the goddess releases her desires to what is the highest well-being of herself and others, she makes decisions that represent her highest values. And while her ego resists, her soul knows it must answer the call from its sacred source. For in the cave of the wise heart of the goddess is stored the deepest healing for both the hero and goddess, and the truest form of love. Continue Reading


Much of the hare story about the connection of Hares to the season of spring has its origin in Celtic mythology. It is a story that was absorbed into other cultures, religious traditions and rituals commonly celebrated around the time of the vernal equinox in the northern hemisphere and associated with the Christian holiday honoring the resurrection of Christ.Continue Reading