I Step on a Crunchy Leaf
I step on a crunchy leaf. And then another. Moving deeper into the falling forest And the silence is broken By the crackling rhythm.  ...
The Weight of Falling Snow
I love the winter wind that burns in me, while outside the eaves are powdered down with perfect snow— like an eagle’s skull dried and...
The Magic We Miss
An Anthology of Magic All Around Us Magic lies around every corner; if only we are brave enough to see it. It’s in the stories we tell...
Wanna Split an Oat Cake?
ROI and the Valuation of Friendship in Ancient Times Maybe your brother-in-law recommended that podcast on the meditations of Marcus...