I’ve been building a stone spiral near the river. It took me awhile to find just the right place. In the light of the full moon, I suddenly felt called to choose and take steps to begin. Unable to find any stones beneath the cottonwood trees, I sketched the spiral on the ground with sticks.… Read full article…
Blue Heron waded through the rippling waters, the longings for home growing stronger inside her. Following the trail of light shimmering in the water, she saw the full moon glowing on the horizon. Awed by the beauty, Heron’s heartache softened. Her spirit brightened and she began to sing. The vibration of her song flowed along… Read full article…
