Month: April 2016

I always feel a renewed sense of purpose, of my place in the spring time. My feelings of belonging, of knowing where I am and who I am in this world grow strong again. For me, the soil is a sort of sacred place, not frightening or filthy or just an empty place to put up a […]

Strong light bathed my front porch this morning. The house faces almost due north – which makes for a snowy blanket in the winter – but the sun sneaks in from the east through trees and around the porch columns. An old wood box holds kindling for the wood stove, a bright red match for […]