And what is transformation but a passing away and a quality of rebirth….
When was the last time you were fully in harmony with a warm and wild creature? What was it like for you, and what did you learn?
What hushed wonderment reveals itself when cleverness is traded in for astonishment?
How can I know which side of the fence I’m on? Is the pronghorn jumping into a prison, or clearing an obstruction?
I’ll never forget heading out in a zodiac boat before sunrise, skimming across the Sea of Cortez in preparation for taking this shot…
After weeks of silence, this musing takes a stab at describing the pain, fear, and brutality of racial injustice during our time of upheaval
I have a choice, always, of how to frame my beautiful life. If I see myself as being lonely, then the emotions of loneliness are sure to follow…
A playful investigation into our belief in the importance of narrative and time…
Some reflections on the need for courage in the midst of the pandemic, and compassion, in this musing.