Gardeners dream in seeds. All winter those potent points of life slumber, waiting expectantly for the first stirrings of spring. Now, as the days pass the spring equinox, the light luxuriously out-stretching the dark, the gardener in me stirs. I read seed catalogs...
Within a month of graduating from college, I headed West to Vision Mountain north of Spokane, Washington. That summer I spent four days sitting on the mountain, praying for a vision for my life. Never before had I sat in one place on the Earth for several days in a...
Yes, spring has arrived. I know it by the violets emerging through last autumn’s half decomposed oak leaves, and the apricot boughs swelling and bursting with the first brave white blossoms. I say brave because spring is a risky business, and no gambler’s money is...
For years I have worked with “classical medicine,” the deeper roots of medicine that recognize the body as an organism gifted with the wisdom to restore and repair itself. This paradigm is very different from the conventional view of the body as a machine with...
I am celibate – partly by happenstance and partly by choice. At this point in my journey, I am grateful for my solitary status. After years of tending children and wrangling with teenagers, I rejoice in the recovery of my sovereign territory. Loneliness comes from...
