I’ll remember sweet summer, glorious in dream-like haze. Farewell dear harvest, lush in fruitful bounty. Hello brilliant autumn, crisp in colorful delight. Sleep well dear roots, nestled in the earth. Rest up my love, summer will come again. ~ Poem and photo by Jacqueline Hammond.
Listening to Krista Tippet’s interview with Bessel Van Der I discovered an interesting paradox about stories and trauma: It is normal, even vital, for stories to change. The nature of memory is that it transforms and gets integrated into stories — our life narrative. The stories we tell about our lives change over time and […]
Stories are like seeds. A new story told is like a new seed planted. Each story re-told is a seed watered. Watered stories grow to form our life’s harvest. Storytelling may be seen as a performance reserved for those who posses a talent for weaving tales. However, I say we all have stories. In fact, […]
Insect[s] are dancing in the sunbeams, burrowing in the ground, diving, swimming, a cloud of witnesses telling Nature’s joy. – John Muir Unedited pictures taken this morning in my garden. If you were a bug, which of these would you want to be?
Our garden, restful wonder.