November 6, 2025 In the Celtic tradition, the last day of October ushers in the season of Samhain which simply means November but holds a great deal of mystery. During the period of October 31 through November 24, the Celts believed the veil between the worlds of the living and the dead was thinnest, allowingContinueContinue reading “The Gift of Samhain”
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Come August
(Photo credit Turner Matthews) October 5, 2025 Come August Swathed in crimson & emerald, the hummingbirdreturns, again, his delicate, cool tongue sippingthe nectar in preparation for his long journeyahead. With just a turn of his head,his glistening gorget changes from red to blackin the shifting lightbefore he buzzes away, to reappear in a few briefmoments.ContinueContinue reading “Come August”
At the Turning: A Poem
September 26, 2025 At the Turning It is the turning seasonwhen oaks and hickoriesrising skywardflutter leavesgreen and stubbornwhile maples and dogwoodsslip on red, russet, and goldand the last of the hummingbirdssip from the nectarand one by onethe last of the firefliesflit by the half-opened windowand the last of the sunflowersbrilliant and brightfade like starsin aContinueContinue reading “At the Turning: A Poem”
Hydrangeas in September
September 22, 2023 One of our greatest gifts is the ability to be surprised by wonder . . . and to pay attention to it. Hydrangeas in September You don’t expect itnot in September when the leavesare beginning their turningand hummingbirds prepareto migrate south.You don’t expect itwhile red squirrels scurryto bury nutsin your summer pottedContinueContinue reading “Hydrangeas in September”
Flint Creek in Autumn
October 16, 2022 For as long as I can remember, Autumn has been a melancholy/bittersweet season for me. Amidst the splendor of the brilliant hues of the dying leaves, there is a sense of time gone by, a memory of mourning something, or someone, that cannot be reclaimed. Yet Autumn also offers each of usContinueContinue reading “Flint Creek in Autumn”
Come August
September 6, 2022 I live in the Southeastern United States where I am graced by the witness of Ruby-throated hummingbirds. Each March, the scouts (males) begin to arrive here, searching for hospitable courting and nesting grounds. Around late April, early May, the females arrive, and I spend a good part of my summer keeping twoContinueContinue reading “Come August”
Sacred Cycles
Nov. 17, 2021 I have been extremely fortunate this fall to see so much colorful foliage. Here in the southern states, the leaves typically dry up, turn brown, and tumble away, but this year, perhaps due to all the summer rain, they transformed themselves into muted reds and vibrant yellows. In New Hampshire, the autumnContinueContinue reading “Sacred Cycles”
Spirit Reflections 