On a cold winter night, the Creator’s brush moved across the canvas of ice, creating a beautiful expression of beauty and wonder. As the...

There is a New Year dawning, can you feel it on the horizon of your heart? We are being called to move into the present movement and...

As the first waves of cold winter weather sets in, the winter berries begin to ripen and the last of the Fall leaves let go. A chill goes...

I came across this beautiful tree while taking a walk, It had 3 equally balanced trunks coming from a single trunk at the base. This...

Within you burns a fire, a passion unique to you, It is always there, gently tugging at your heart strings, Waiting to be released and...

The energy of the changing seasons affects our bodies and moods. The end of summer moving into early Fall, is the season of harvest, a...

Listening for the song within Sometimes our life does not unfold in a straight line. It arrives in fragments and quiet longings that do not yet make sense together. I’ve learned to slow down, turn inward, and listen for the whispers of my heart. This poem is about trusting that inner song and allowing it to guide us forward, one clear note at a time. I see visions floating before my eyes — fragments that do not seem to fit together. Each one calls to me, tugging gently at th

I watched a butterfly today flutter about as he searched for nectar of the flowers which sustained him. He was unafraid of my presence....

Every journey in our life starts with a dream or a vision. Sometimes we need to reflect on the roads we have traveled and the journeys we have experienced, to remember who we are and how we got to where we are today. My Grandpa Rechlin had a vision to build a home, a place to raise his family, a place that would be a refuge and shelter from the storm. He envisioned the home he would build with fruit trees and a garden he would plant out back. He purchased some land on Main S

Silently we stood observing one another. Turning his head from side to side, the dragonfly seemed as interested in me, as I was of him. It is no simple task to take a picture of a dragonfly with your phone, you must move in close and hope he doesn’t dart away. But in this case, I knew he was allowing me to be in his magical presence. Just prior to this encounter I had watched the dragonflies dance in the sunlight over a little creek bed. Their wings flashed iridescent blue c