Wallowing in the World
Everywhere I turn in springtime, the world is greening, unfurling, flowering, blossoming, and bursting upward from the…
 
			Everywhere I turn in springtime, the world is greening, unfurling, flowering, blossoming, and bursting upward from the…
 
			“Love calls like the wild birds- It’s another day. A Spring wind blew my list of Things…
 
			My friend Sandra Murphy is greeting spring in the Vermont forests in an act that few of…
 
			The rumbling, jarring construction of the 900-room hotel concusses the jade and turquoise Caribbean Sea. Jet skis roar past…
 
			The late Irish poet and philosopher John O’Donohue wrote blessings in the ancient Celtic tradition. I’ve listened…
 
			Valentine’s Day has come and gone, with all its poignant sweetness, passionate romance, and for some, aching…
 
			“From joy all things are born. by joy they are sustained and into joy they again return.”…
 
			Cross-country skiing offers a time for reflecting on the power of friction, and a chance for mother and son to take on hopes and dreams for 2016–if we are willing to swing the bat.
 
			(Written on October 30th, early morning) When your day starts with a 4 a.m. beach walk under…
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