Dream Weaver: A Story Told In The Old Ways

Dream Weaver: A Story Told In The Old Ways

Every blade of grass has its angel that bends over it and whispers, ‘Grow, grow.’ – The Talmud Emma nestled into the gnarled crook of her favorite tree. Her fair knees were skinned, her bare feet dirty on the bottom. Tiny bits of bark poked out of her uncombed, auburn...
Magic and Mindfulness at Minglewood

Magic and Mindfulness at Minglewood

The petals are cool and silky against my fingers as I plant the first flower in the center of the spiral.   My fellow Forest Bathers carefully place their hiking boots on the rich soil as they add their bit of magic to our piece of earth art.      ...
The Value of Limbo and Vulnerability

The Value of Limbo and Vulnerability

“Everybody wants to be somebody, nobody wants to grow.” ~ Goethe The blustery wind soared through the trees making me shiver, despite the overall mildness of the spring day. I was rushing along the beautiful woodland path mindlessly, oblivious to the wildflowers,...
Luck of the Polish

Luck of the Polish

Rain spilled over the gutters of our old house on Brunswick Court as I sat on the front porch for the last time. It was the day of closing, both literally and figuratively. The new owners, a family where the husband is a professor at Wake Forest University, just like...