One might think that the show is over once the flowers of the Milkweed have flashed their beauty, and the leaves have fed the hairy black and orange caterpillar; but no, the best is yet to come.

This story is about Milkweed and a silver tour bus.

Yesterday, weeks after that first day of the deer hunt, on a snow covered path along a line of now bare trees, I saw a large Barred owl, perched high, still, waiting, watching for its small furry prey.  And then, quite suddenly, it lifted and waved its powerful wings, and dove towards the frozen earth.

On Balance is about expectations, uncertainty and hope.

Yesterday, weeks after that first day of the deer hunt, on a snow covered path along a line of now bare trees, I saw a large Barred owl, perched high, still, waiting, watching for its small furry prey.  And then, quite suddenly, it lifted and waved its powerful wings, and dove towards the frozen earth. 

On Balance is about expectations, uncertainty and hope.

A story about loneliness and connection. 

While travelling, eating hard-boiled eggs comes second only to apples, which, by the way,  happens to be my only party trick - I eat them whole, apple seeds and all.  My kids have grown up  eating eggs on trains and planes, on mountain tops and on park benches. For years they hissed at us, embarrassed, but now they follow suit, peeling eggs around the world.

A story about eggs and ego. 

This meditation has you imagine heat and cold, heaviness and lightness to bring you to a deeply relaxed state.

This foundation meditation practice brings you into the present moment.

This practice will walk with you through a fall field.

A story about eggs and egos.