Boots on the Ground

Boots on the Ground

“Give a girl the right shoes, and she can conquer the world,” averred actress and model Marilyn Monroe.  When I consider my own favorite pair of footwear, I couldn’t agree more.  Admittedly, they’re not the chic flats or stylish pumps or stiletto...
Winter Song

Winter Song

This is the silent season. There’s a quiet in the winter woods, a quiet that’s not just heard, but felt.  The frogs are slumbering in the mud.  The clacking drone of insects has stilled.  The leaves no longer rustle on the denuded...
Advent and Animals

Advent and Animals

Winter is on its way. Each year, the season sweeps down from the Far North, like an ancient king deigning to visit this land.  The sky unrolls a carpet of silver clouds for his advance.  The trees stretch their bare hands heavenward in...
Lost Leaves

Lost Leaves

If we make ourselves small and still—then the turning of the seasons can be a turning of our souls.   The pageantry of summer has drawn to a close, the lilting melody whispering away into the dreamlike hush of these dwindling days.  Contrasted with...
Daring to Dream

Daring to Dream

This is the season of acorns. Every fall, I encounter them, a familiar note in the symphony of the autumn woods.  I roam the arching corridors of the flaming forests, shuffling through the papery carpet of fallen leaves.  And there, rolling about...