Something to Crow About at Cornwall Park

What a delicious sound! It is not merely crow calling to crow, for it speaks to me too. -Henry David Continue reading →

A Singing Rose and a Dark Eyed Junco

“I have my way of praying, as you no doubt have yours… I can sit on the top of a Continue reading →

On the Way to Nangang

Although my knees were wracked with issues that morning, I ambled along Fude Street with a sack of journals, pens, Continue reading →

The Shapeshifter

The Shapeshifter may appear as flash of beak or splash of wing, a swift shadow flickering across the tundra, or Continue reading →

A Matter of Life and Death

Holy guacamole! Today’s been one of those emotionally confusing, wabi sabi, wibbly wobbly, don’t- know-if-we’re-coming-or-going kind of days here in Continue reading →

Go Well Rolihlahla!

It has been nearly a week since Nelson Mandela passed through the Portal of Mystery, and I’ve been thinking about Continue reading →