It’s February – mercifully, the shortest month of the year. The sacred holiday season is behind us, the energy of a new year has subsided, and the groundhog – short…
My six-year-old came inside, flushed from the freedom of a spring afternoon. Sitting down to take her shoes off, she was oblivious to a small bee crawling away just an…
We need not hasten back to a life where "busy" is synonymous with "important" when we have learned the skill of being still. We can dwell in discernment and welcome…
I’ve never equated the month of March to the verb by the same name. Until now. March holds the promise of spring. In the Midwest, March is the bringer of buds, guiding our eyes up from the blanket of fallen…