Tag Archives: spiritual
Happy Soul
On days when I’m happy all the way down into my boots, I find smiling faces all around me wherever I look. Even on the floor of the woods as I’m walking the dogs, looking down, a little cheery … Continue reading
All things Pass -We are Reborn with each Breath
Prayer of the Desperate She had crawled here on her knees Over the sharp broken bones of her life. She had come to bargain with every god she had ever heard named. Bruised clouds closed around the moon Golden … Continue reading
Autumn Treats
Walking out into the woods I found Autumn had cast her golden spell across the land. Everything green was now dipped in shimmering coppers and bronze, and the long low shadows drew lines across the earth. The light was … Continue reading
Late Harvest
Late sunbeam harvest Drinking up the golden light Each seed holds a dream Taken as the sun sank into the Cairngorms in the middle of the Scottish highlands.
Places to be Happy
In my garden playing ball with my dogs, always makes me happy, even if I’ve been having a terrible day. The dogs pull me right into the joy of the here and now, and away from too much thinking nonsense. … Continue reading
Meeting Boundaries
We stand in the middle of a world we feel we know, and within the known we can relax and soften. It feels relatively predictable and safe this known world we inhabit. Yet pushing in around the edges of … Continue reading
Connection to Self
Sometimes when the noise and activity of life becomes too much, it’s good to turn away from it all and head to the hills. To walk further and further from the demands and needs of the world of others, … Continue reading
New Years Gateway
As the sun sets into the gateway of the year, all is possible. We can walk away from all that binds and hurts us, and we can walk towards all that nourishes and encourages us to grow each day. It … Continue reading
Wood Spirits
Deep in the woods, the air is still and hung with mist. The light travels through shadows, leaning in long slow lines, and blushing through the folding ferns. Spirits hover almost unseen, at the very edges of vision, gone as … Continue reading










