Keeping the Boat Upright: Little Rituals of Grace

My musing started with toast and jam. An Asian-style, handle-less cup of green tea sat beside me and a golden beeswax candle flickered within reach, while outside the morning sky shimmered with misty blues, but the scent and crackle of toast shifted my thoughts. Specifically, it was homemade spelt and emmer (einkorn) bread that I crisped under


Roots for the Soul

The pots of lavender and rosemary on my front deck need a permanent home. So do I. As I watered and tended them, still fussing over the collateral damage incurred last week during the great cypress cutting, I lamented that they were not yet in the ground and nicely settled. That said, they likely would


Restitching the Threads of Soul: Coming Home

I’ve been traveling too much lately, feeling unsettled. As we in the northern hemisphere draw near to the vernal equinox, when day and night are in equal measure and we commonly acknowledge that spring begins, it feels that my year has thus far been largely about movement and change. I have recently joked to a