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…

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…