Monthly Prayers

I do not have to go to Sacred Places in far-off lands. The ground I stand on is holy. Here, in this little garden I tend, my pilgrimage ends. The wild honeybees, the hummingbirds and moths, the flickering fireflies at dusk are a microcosm of the Universe. Each seed that grows, each space of soil … Read more

You can’t put the seed back after the pod has burst. A featherweight traveler, the seed knows how to fly. On the edge of this little woods I have seen the milkweed travel, the one at the bend in the path appearing across the ravine after the snows have gone. It might have been called … Read more