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Continue reading →: Making Tracks
It was overcast and snowy this morning; a wet, sticky, heavy snow. The snow fell so fast, in two hours my tracks were completely covered. The snow stopped by 11:00 am, it was still overcast though. The air seemed still and peaceful, not a breeze stirred. By noon, however, the…
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Continue reading →: Planting Seeds
The sun wasn’t quite as bright in the afternoon as it had been in the morning and the wind blew fiercely. Mom and I, accompanied by our two golden retrievers, walked out to our prairie. We strolled along the fence line, past the calves and greenhouse, past the shed and…
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Continue reading →: Strength in Trees
Trees shaped my childhood, I loved to climb them, sit in the branches, hug them and feel their life flow. Trees give me a sense of belonging and peace. I enjoyed playing in or around trees when I was a child. I had many favorite spots in the woods all…
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Continue reading →: A November Walk
Leaving the house for a walk, I passed the barn, granary, and sheds on either side of the driveway, the far shed ahead of me. Behind a fence to my left, young heifers and steers graze. On my right is a greenhouse. I followed along the fence to the corner,…
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Continue reading →: A Childhood with Birds
I hold the feather in my hand, slowly rubbing my fingers along the edge. It is soft, so delicate against my skin I can hardly feel it, only a slight tickle, a whisper on my skin. This soft quality gives the allusion of fragility and perhaps in a sense that…
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Continue reading →: Where it all began
Along my daily walk to the greenhouse is a horse chestnut tree. I stooped down, grasping a chestnut in my hand. I rolled it around in my hand just to feel its smoothness, both the texture and the shape was delightful, calling out to the child in me. I have…
In Pursuit of Wonder 