If you were a tree…?
Autumn, a season of poetry, arrives with a delicate touch. The intensity of summer fades, replaced by fresher air, crisp nights, and trees rooted firmly in the embrace of planet Ea
Everything Happens
In this Ripple Effect, I share a traumatic event. So, if you wish to skip this week, I understand. —————– At 8 p.m. last night, I pedaled into B
100 everyday moments – celebrating Mindfulness Week
I’m usually the first to go upstairs at night in our home. Once in our bedroom, I close our blinds and, as I do, gaze at the picture collages of my wife and daughters –
