I wake early on summer mornings prompted by a chorus of birds welcoming the light. On these special mornings, I grab my coffee and step outside, barefoot on the land. I quietly move up the 100-year-old concrete steps to a path leading into my garden. Into sweet morning solitude…

I turned off my alarm and rolled back over. Five or six excuses why. But the birds woke me at 4:15. They were greeting the morning. Chirping away. Insistent. Stirring me to join them and this day. ‘Come be in the sacredness.’ So, I throw on my sandals and a sweater (not enough for 48 degrees this morning) and head out to the beach…

The vast expanse of the Mount Washington valley changes with every season. Today even though spring has arrived on the calendar, the valley is looking somewhat dull and lifeless. Only the evergreens show color on the land…

Life after death.
I am clearly in another world as I stand here looking over the devastation in this valley. Such trauma. Yet there is an acceptance in the earth. A wisdom beyond our imagination. A dance She does that baffles me. How does She stay in character?…

Medicine Lake in California is sacred land. It is a vortex within a vortex, one of the sacred sites surrounding Mount Shasta. Pine, cedar, hemlock and fir trees lead the way up into this sanctuary, tall and handsome and protective, becoming smaller and sparser as we climb in altitude…