This past week, my ten-year old son has been walking with me on the Shadow Creek Nature Trail.  We take my usual route, cutting through the peaceful grove of trees and heading out along the creek. I pointed out my magic hill, and then he asked me where the “Giving Tree” was. I pointed Tristessa…

I planned to lead a forest therapy session this morning, but no one showed up. I spent some time last night creating Oracle cards of the trees that are in the grove that I was hosting the forest therapy session in. There were six cards, for the six types of trees in the grove: live…

Today I find myself deep in contemplation of the goddess Athena. Her presence lingered long after I left the art workshop I attended this morning—a sacred space where myth, creativity, and self-reflection met in quiet ceremony. The workshop was held in the luminous studio of Cheryl Russell, an artist whose work first caught my eye…

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…