As a little girl, I relished stories – picture books and piles of novels, my grandparents’ tales around the table. I knew then, as now, that stories are one of life’s most profound ways to understand love, grab hold of deeper truths and recognize our common ground.
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don’t you remember what it was like to swim the air, float on open sky, alight on branches and sing your wild heart out to dwell at night in the shadow of parent wings, the honey warmth of feather’s nurture? somewhere you began to give away the shelter,...read more
We gathered on a rainy Saturday afternoon at the visitor’s center for a hike to Terry Riley Bridge and the ceremony that would take place there. As rain fell and mud mucked, second grade Daisy scouts anticipated becoming Brownies. Under raincoats, the girls wore...read more
The very lilt of listen implies peace and comfort, deep breaths in and out, but don’t be fooled: Listening is risky. Yes, you might hear, be still, child. Or maybe just as likely, do that scary thing. Or fold that laundry. Or stop and look in her eyes. Hear what...read more