A Blog from the Bog

It’s been months since I’ve been in the bog and I was thirsty to be there again. When snow gave way to blue skies I bolted from the house, down the lane that is the threshold. There is much here that echoes life. I cannot walk a straight path but must meander, scouting ahead for … More A Blog from the Bog

Weaving My World

Lying in the willow dome I look at the intertwined branches that have woven together over the years.  I am emerging from the cloud of deep loss I find myself feeling lost and afraid. As I looked at the web of branches above me it occurs to me that my life is woven in a similar … More Weaving My World