On the Path and Off the Trail: Finding Ourselves

Overnight, summer returned to the Monterey Peninsula, meaning that temperatures plummeted and the offshore “marine layer” rolled in, creating a foggy, cool world requiring me to don a jacket to keep warm. In the quiet of the morning, I found myself feeling blue in spirit, partly from the return of grey weather when my chilled


The Knowing Heart: An Organ of Perception

It was the bees that called me back to myself. To my heart, really. One sleek English Whippet on a lead in each hand, I was somewhat groggily stumbling barefoot down our street this morning, taking “the boys” out for their morning walk. My head pounded with a trigger point headache (a chronic problem lodged