This meditation includes a body scan to relax the body.

She sat down and told us that when she was a small girl, growing up in Eastern Europe, she too had warts on her feet. Her mother took her to see a wise woman in the village, who told her to take a bite out of an apple and bury it under the next full moon. According to our doctor, this cured her of her warts.

Searching for a cure for warts and other questions and quests.

I had heard that cats bring dead, or half dead mice, to their human owners to teach them how to hunt. Given our lack of responsive learning,  I have always been impressed by Lola’s patience, her unwillingness to give up on us. But recently I came across a different theory: that animals might leave us presents to show their gratitude.

A story about our cat Lola, harvesting brussels sprouts and gratitude.

I once read that lightning fixes nitrogen in the soil. The lighting bolt's electric charge breaks the stable strong  bond that exists between the nitrogen atoms that fill the air. The separated atoms rearrange and attach themselves to oxygen and rain delivers these molecules to the earth.  It can burn you too. The shoreline remembers the power of such storms in its blackened trees, which,  like the small flowery monuments to the highway dead, post their warnings along the way.

The story is about navigating your way in a storm.

This Yoga Nidra practice journeys into the forest to listen to beetles and other life in a nurse log.

This meditation anchors you in the moment through your breath.

Last winter a man I met in a small northern community told me that when he was young he would hunt for Caribou with his uncle. One evening, at dusk, he watched as thousands of the large lumbering animals moved not as one, but swirled in all directions. He said that the ground moved and shook with noise and motion. But the caribou don't migrate that far south anymore.

Impermanence, toads, caribou and the forest.

Of course there is no guarantee that change, and the stirrings of a thousand earthworms will restore life, there is always the chance that it won't. Life is not predictable and it might not end as happily as you once hoped. Nonetheless, even if choice seems faint, do remind yourself that you don't have to wait for the frail promises of your unraveling life.

Silkworms spin together no-till farming, silkworms and life transitions.

Remnants is a story about memory and the clear and blurred remnants that mark us.

Take a quiet walk through a forest in this meditation.