I believe there is a reason.

There must be a reason why I can’t remember my birth. My original birth, 14 billion years ago, when all of what would become was thrust forth from the hips of a dot smaller than a pencil’s eraser, or so they say…

With autumn taking hold and the days of lake swimming coming to a close, I met Spider again, quickly climbing up the web among the vegetation that hangs across the small opening where I enter. We must negotiate this again…

Darting right then left, zipping high then low, Dragonfly caught my attention as I ascended the long set of stone stairs to the house. Taken and entranced by the dance, I stopped to notice, to give this creature of water and air my curious and loving attention…

It is through our most difficult challenges in life, the ones that make you question mortality and what you truly value, that growth can take root. We are all in a global pandemic. Each one of our lives is collectively threatened in ways we haven’t experienced since last century’s Spanish Flu, the century that also witnessed two world wars, a cold war (among others), and advents in modern medicine that have allowed us, to some extent, to take our health for granted. The coronavirus is a reminder that we are animals….

It was New Year’s Day 2018. My resolution: “This is the year I’m going to get my shit together.” Well, I did - but not in the way I thought I would at all.

In February, I unexpectedly lost my brother.

A few weeks later, I found out….

I am recently home from Maine and can already feel a longing in my heart to return to the wild waters and damp forests of the deep north woods. Yet, I love my home and woods here. They feel right in their place in my heart and soul. If home is where the heart is, then surely I have more than one home.