Woman’s Way of Holy
Turn from the ordinary, says one of the Teachers, seek the sacred away from the mundane. Hearing this advice, I...
Pocket Practice
My heart this morning holds everything, like one of those rain jackets that folds into its own little pocket. My...
Mountain Air
This mountain air, blows with puffy cheeks and plays with the hem of my shirt. Air, rushing through the trees,...
Drop Your Roots
You can drop your roots anytime, anywhere. Sitting under a tree, surely, but also at the stoplight. At your desk,...
