It’s said, by some guru I can’t credit, that when we are triggered, the experience triggering us is a reflection of ourselves. If this sage quote holds true, then we are meant to reflect and learn the life lesson that the experience is offering. That’s cute, but reflection is seldom my first response to…
Though the sand hole was not too far away, the early morning sunlight just beyond cast a golden shimmer that turned every small stone and beachy creature into a silhouette, and I was not sure what it was exactly that caught my eye. Its movement was strange. I could tell the shadow was not…
A few days ago, I was visited by a young, injured bat. I didn’t see the showdown, but I’m pretty sure this small, still-breathing bat lying quietly on my kitchen floor was the handiwork of my cat, Tino. No doubt, this bat had been struck and had downward spiralled to the floor. Tino…
The ants numbered in the thousands, as ants tend to do. Moving like water, the tiny black creatures appeared seemingly from nothing, spilling out over the piles of dirty, dusty towels on the laundry room floor. Fall in line, they did not, as their ranks scattered and panicked, a panic which spread to me…
Though the dream snake hung limply from the tips of her fingers, its skin glowed with the vibrance of something alive. Even though we both knew it was dead. Its back was smooth turquoise, a hue spotted only in the thinnest band of the rainbow if you squint for it. The belly was a…
Looking up, their pillowed bellies balanced expertly on twigs against an endless backdrop of twinkling constellations. Roo tugged at her leash, her attention closer to Earth level than mine, as she sniffed and pulled me forward. But I kept looking up. After all these years in Nicaragua, I’d never seen Urracas sleeping. …
Blue diamonds shimmered from the ocean’s surface, so bright was the early morning sun. The warming sand soon became warming rock beneath our flip-flopped feet. Traipsing along the shallow tide pools pocketed below the cliffside, many a crab did scramble – sideways, hurried and nervous. I was nervous, too. My two companions…
I pulled up the drive to my friend’s beachfront house in my truck and killed the engine. As I opened the door and stepped out, Roo, with unrestrained excitement, leaped from the back seat and into the driver’s seat. She wriggled through my arms to help her down out of the truck, landing boisterously…
In the mornings I wake up slowly because I want to play back my dreams one more time. My dreams are colorful every single night, pulsating with so much meaning, that I am eager to understand them. I try to register each detail and commit them to memory, to glean whatever message is…
What started as a chill-and-grill birthday pool party at someone else’s house, ended as an impromptu girls’ wine night at mine. This isn’t unusual. I try to always keep wine and coffee stocked in the kitchen, pillows and candles ready for comfort and ambiance, fairy lights twinkling and strung out the back, with…