Vast Emptiness, Vastly Full
There are a few refrains that I turn to again and again when I want to get a clearer sense …
There are a few refrains that I turn to again and again when I want to get a clearer sense …
My roses are spent already this summer, and I miss them. Another summer not long ago I spend a day …
Slowly this summer I’ve been reading and savoring Mary Oliver’s book of essays Upstream while sitting on my patio sipping …
Hot Hills in Summer Heat I watch them every summer, the hot hills Crouched like a lion beside the road, …
Our lives are full of curious and mysterious things, and I’m quite certain what came before our birth and after …
If “Beauty is truth, truth, beauty,” as Keats’ poem claims, then what do my paintings of flowers, my attempt to …
Flowers are on my mind, after the super-bloom outing last month, after reading The Language of Flowers for book club, …
The spark for the first Earth Day was the 1962 publication of Rachel Carson’s Silent Spring. A marine biologist and …
On Good Friday, my husband and I went searching for spring wildflowers in the hills of California. We do it …
I mentioned in my last post that I wrote a myth about the creation of the isthmus that now comprises …