Conversations on El Camino

The flora of a bog. It's so beautiful and fascinating! I had the grand privilege to spend a week at the feet of experts in all sorts of -ologies, learning all sorts of wonderful Neature facts. Now I find myself driving the countryside looking for hummocky topography, black spruce bogs and their charming (and carnivorous)…

In my hunt to find purpose, I continue to wander circles -- I've never been great with directions. And my loops are retracing a path I paced nearly a decade ago. I was in my bedroom, pleading with God to show me what was next. The Voice was clear enough to stop me in my…

After three weeks away, nothing says, "Welcome Home!" like deer-eaten impatiens, cobwebbed stairwells, crispy tomato plants, and putrefying mouse flesh under the sink. My flower bed has been overtaken by quack grass, the pepper plants have lost their leaves, and the peas have climbed out of their bed, looking a bit haggard. It's good to…