Category: Realms

The Gift Of Sneezing

It is nearly Thanksgiving  and the afternoon sun is still blazing through the golden trees and up through the hills.  Overhead migrating birds continue to leave the valley sounding stories about their summer adventures and cautions about the upcoming winter.  The smell of late fall, wet...

Signs

October has arrived and with it the signs and stirrings of change.  The one wild apple tree in the woods behind our house has dropped the remains of fruit that was feasted upon but...

Becoming the Final Version of Ourselves

Regardless of our age, the person we are in the present is a fleeting, temporary and transitory being who is in the process of becoming quite different than the person we could believe we will become....

The Stewardship of Objects

It is mid-October and the buttery reach of the sun through the southern windows of our house is beginning its annual exploration of a tin box that I keep on a bedside table.  I...