Changing Seasons: Feeling the Touch of the World

I wonder sometimes if I am simply dreaming this life, or whether I am being dreamed, instead.  In the past weeks, England has been heavily in my mind. At unexpected moments throughout the day — washing and cutting vegetables, walking the dogs, taking a shower — I suddenly see myself there, back in places familiar


Where The Worlds Touch: A Larger Story

(This piece was written months ago but never posted. I guess I shared something else that week that seemed more relevant at the time. Friday night, however, this called to me to be offered forward. So be it.) Like the windy night outside, my dreams have been turbulent and unsettling, a murky river swirling as it tumbles down the