I love my olive green watering can.
I love walking amongst the plants and insects, raining down a small spigot of life-giving water.
It feels good – grounding – to be out under the trees, pulling the hose along behind me. It feels good to be standing in wet leaves and seed pods, feet soaked and crusty with dirt.
There’s something bruising and beautiful about the simple act of providing water. … More Life As Art: A Meditation on Water
There’s something about this sort of life that has always pulled at the edges of my soul. The quiet. The solitude. The umbrella of old oaks and junipers out back. The fence falling down. The lonely cry of a horse. … More Life as Art: Bird by Bird
“Feelings come and go like clouds in a windy sky. Conscious breathing is my anchor.” ― Thich Nhat Hanh Be here now. Such a simple message. Yet, for most of us, we spend a great deal of the precious water of our lives thinking about the future or ruminating about the past (or both). Neither … More Life as Art: Becoming Present
“In order to see birds it is necessary to become a part of the silence.” ― Robert Lynd Song Sparrows & Songs Sunday morning stillness. Song sparrows and cactus wrens float in the warm, dry air, flitting from tree to tree. A tiny hummingbird drinks from blooms on a fairy duster and then moves, lightning fast, to an Indian … More Watching Birds on Sunday Morning