Wild Horses

Ideas shoot through my awareness like summer meteors in the Perseid shower. As I try to harness wild interests and choose my topic for September, I slip back to being 10 years old, trying to separate a reluctant saddle horse from our shifting herd. A gangly gray and...

Solstice Blessings, the Gift of Qigong

Each December here near the mountains I brace myself against the coming chill and darkness, then it comes, and look!  Winter is so beautiful, its quiet so profound, I nestle into it and wonder how I can ever bear to go on again to bright, expectant spring.  The...