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…

There is a usual route that I take with my dog on my mindfulness walks on the Shadow Creek Nature Trail. We start at the Kingsley parking lot and walk through the grove of trees on the left to the creek that traces the edge of the wetlands. If no one is back there, I…