Spring rituals: creative conception

An intensity is lost through spring. The grip of the still of winter lets loose its hold. A gentler breath moves through the trees again. I wrote previously on the blog posts about preparing for winte...

Saturday’s Confession

The morning is fresh. A regular February day, as if we have always been here. Always lived and grown on this land. Crisp strands of clouds wave overhead. Sun shines cold, making way for flakes of snow...