Lying on a frozen pond, trusting the ice will hold me, feels akin to the decision-making that took me away from the solid ground of the familiar. (read more or listen, 7:13 minutes)
Mary Oliver at the beaver meadow
“Norma,” my inner critic, visited while I lingered at the beaver meadow. Mary Oliver’s poetry helped me reclaim my enoughness. (read more or listen, 6:05 minutes)
When ‘heart’ becomes a verb
How journaling the phrase “headed into the woods” turned “heart” into a verb. (And what happened next.) (read more or listen, 6:29 minutes)
Cocoons and liberation
When I found a Northern Casemaker Caddisfly larva, I began to think about my own portable cocoon. (read more or listen, 7:25 minutes)
Geese and indigo: Thoughts on wonder
Walking by the beaver pond with Asha, expecting to see Canada Geese but finding the pond empty of birds, prompted me to consider wonder, both noun and verb. (read more or listen, 5:35 minutes)
