Little Bird

The bird hits my windshield. “Oh no!” I exclaim, as its fluffy little body launches upward and then plummets to the pavement. My heart clenches, but I call inward to the Source. “What do I do?” The message comes fast. “Get the bird.” I turn the car around, drive back,...

Coyote Chorus

My cat hears it before I do. She lifts her head from my lap and cocks her ears. What is it? I ask. Her eyes widen. Then the ribbon of sound lilts on the morning air, a high call, a harmonizing wail, and the full chorus sings in the dawn. Such is the practice of...
It’s Enough

It’s Enough

It is enough to simply walk the dog on a spring morning when ice cracks beneath your feet and the sun blazes through broken clouds. It’s enough to sit and eat your breakfast, the oats and banana sweet on your tongue. No need for the mind to churn, trying to create...
The Inner Garden

The Inner Garden

I plant the seeds carefully using rich soil and compost— tomatoes, beets, radishes, tatsoi, arugula, cucumber and patty pan squash. Then I wait. Soon the tiny seedlings appear. They push up through the soil, a miracle of fragile green! Every morning I go out, check...
The True Home

The True Home

  You dreamed of houses: A hacienda surrounded by a verdant ranch, An airy sanctuary perched on a hill, A wooden shack floating away in a river. In the dreams the house was your life. All activity centered around it— you mended stucco, planted lilacs, repaired a...