Hope is the thing with feathers

“Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul…” —Emily Dickinson When I can’t find faith, I look for hope. Emily Dickinson’s poem brings me hope. I feel the rustling of feathers within me whenever I read this opening line to her poem. Some inner knowing awakens: “It’s going to be OK.” Even …Read More

Too Small For You

“Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet confinement of your alonenessto learnanything or anyone that does not bring you alive is too small for you.”—David Whyte, excerpt from “Sweet Darkness” In an earlier career as a naturalist guide in the Galapagos Islands, David Whyte tells us that he returned to poetry because the scientific language …Read More

Animal Medicine – Native American Healing

Today, a pair of rabbits hopped about in my backyard, and then disappeared in the brush. A few minutes later, small deer ran across the lawn. A few minutes more, that must be mama deer lagging behind. “It’s Spring!” I said out loud to myself as I continued to stare out the window. Living in …Read More