Betwixt and Between: Passages in a Nomadic Life

A few weeks ago, while my family was here visiting, the small bird’s nest—empty and hanging precariously by a few threads of dry grass—just out of reach in the poinciana tree, fell to the lawn. Outside in my barefoot ritual to greet the morning, discovering it had fallen in the night, I picked up the


Eros, Landscape and Soul

The trees are calling me. Specifically, the wordless siren song emanates from the windswept cypress trees here on the central California coast. Graceful evergreens with a light green color and pale grey bark, they are often gnarled and shaped into living sculptures by the coastal winds. On my first adult visit to Monterey and Carmel-by-the-Sea