Winter Dreaming, Evolutionary Soul
It was the trees that called me from the house into freezing darkness. Moments earlier, I had opened the back door to let our two English Whippets out for a fin...
It was the trees that called me from the house into freezing darkness. Moments earlier, I had opened the back door to let our two English Whippets out for a fin...
Late morning on a sunny September day. The house is quiet but for the sounds of cars passing outside, accelerating up the hill, their engine noise the only intr...
The air around my head is thick with emerald hummingbirds, zooming loudly to and from the red glass feeder a few feet from where I stand. In this moment, I coun...
My face pressed against the small oval window beside my airplane seat, gazing down at a retreating landscape of juniper trees and snow-capped volcanic peaks whi...
In 2012, recently returned from years of living in Europe, in hopes of attracting a publisher for my manuscript, I launched the Soul Artist Journal along with t...