State of Wilderness

for a morning at Holly Bay We drive east,chasing the edge of the storm,the promise of stillness before the sky breaks. Two paths diverge—he on wheels, I on foot—parallel in presence,alone, together. The creek side trail hums beneath my steps,a language of leaf and lichen,of frogs echoing low,of turtles slipping silently into water. The yellow-crowned…

Today, Samantha walked beside meon the winding path I know by heart—the Shadow Creek Trail, where trees rememberand the wind speaks in sighs of knowing. We passed the pond from my visions,that sacred mirror of stillness.A lone cormorant waited, just as before,a sentinel in silence,while an osprey circled above,tracing invisible prayers into sky. The banks…

This morning, I took a walk in Prospect Park in San Marcos, Texas with two close women friends.  We walked the trail paved with small gravel and reached a clearing with a sundial.  Nearby, I noticed a circle of benches in the shade around a live oak that my friend, who lives near here, called…

There are moments in life when the threads of time shimmer—when people cross your path and something deep inside you knows: this is not random. These are the moments I call magical synchronicities. And lately, they’ve been coming in like waves, gentle but undeniable. It started with Angela—a woman I met through the Houston Sacred…