Rosie waiting for me on our meditation rock. "I return to the quiet that remembers me." The quiet does not ask for the moment to be different than what it is...it simply meets it as it is. There is freedom in the words that reality is what it is and it does not have to be different. Letting go of the inner demand that life and people should obey my expectations. What we call darkness may simply be light before revelation. I choose love over fear every time. I do not have to fight the...

Sunflowers are magical to me. They delight and draw forth the childlike wonder that dwells within my heart. I planted mammoth sunflower seeds this year...an entire package of seeds...in the hopes that one for each of my twelve grandchildren would grow where is was planted. A few of my lovely and more than eager granddaughters helped me plant the seeds. Three seeds we planted in a pot, and the other seeds we planted in my small garden that has the most hours of sunlight near the deck steps and...

As I walked through the wet emerald grass this morning after last night's thunderstorms, I heard a soft clicking or a subtle rattling sound coming from the woods that encircle my garden. I gazed up at the gray sky and the wet leaves, which were dripping with rain and hanging heavily from the tree branches, trying to find the source of the clicking sound. In the neighbor's woods, a dead tree's dark silhouette stood out, and the sounds were emanating from four crows perched high up in the dead...