…shedding my past life
In the dim glow of a streetlight, a strange silhouette caught my eye. A miniature totem protruded from the trunk of our pine tree. I was looking a cicada in the eye, during the most vulnerable moment of her life. Read more
From the corner of my eye the flashy heron continues his hunt. His slow stalk moves comfortably to my conscious.
We were literally seconds too late. We watched as our friends left the shore waving at us. The man said they’d hold the boat another few minutes. The man was full of it. I felt responsible. It had been my idea to go whale watching, and they left without us. We sat helplessly watching them pull away. Read more
Healing can come from the simplest places. Observing animals can be as centering as a meeting with a prestigious guru.