One of my favorite seasonal festivals is called Lughnsadh, mostly because it brings me toward fall, and I love everything abo...

Every March the world turns green and playful. For some of us, the green feels older than celebration. It feels cellular.

My...

The neighborhood is quieter this week.  The kids are back in school.

We’re taught to think summer ends the moment school bel...

Every once in a while, my dad’s number pops up unexpectedly on my phone. Maybe it happens because I’ve tapped something witho...

There’s a hush in the garden this time of year.
Not silence exactly…
but a reverent stillness,
like the earth is breathing in pe...

The parades are over. The fireworks have fizzled out. Maybe there are still a few stray sparkler sticks in the yard or the fa...

I love the summer.  The warm rays of light, the soft breeze, the gentle sense of connection…

Let’s be real… there are things...

There’s nothing quite like the warmth of a hot bath on a chilly winter evening, is there?

It wraps you up, softens the edges...

"The secret of change is to focus all your energy not on fighting the old, but on building the new.” — Socrates

Happy New Ye...

“The quieter you become, the more you can hear.” — Ram Dass

I’ve been thinking a lot about what this holiday season means to...