Redwing by James Scott Smith, from the collection The Expanse of all Things Red Winged Blackbird sang of the expanse of all things, of the sacred emptiness of plain spaces. I walked beneath his melodic teaching three mornings as if I needed to hear it again and once...
Glass Jar by James Scott Smith, from the collection The Expanse of all Things After the divorce and in the throes, I walked along the beaches of Southern California sunset after sunset. I collected stones and shells that I have kept in a hand blown glass jar I found...
an excerpt from Companions on the Way by Gunilla Norris There is no book that talks about spiritual and heart-full practices that does not include gratitude as central. It’s not hard to see that when we are given something, and truly receive it, our response will be...
I think it annoys God if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don’t notice it. –Alice Walker an excerpt from Woodland Mantiou by Heidi Barr It was late fall the year that my daughter was eight months old and didn’t care for the practice of...
an excerpt from Woodland Mantiou by Heidi Barr Two weeks ago, a lanky man and his assistant rambled up to the house bearing silver stove pipes and ladders and left two hours later as we gazed at our newly installed wood stove. We got it from a guy across the river...
