Wisdom from the Redwoods
I’m at home in the redwoods of California. My whole being knows this to be true. Until 10 months ago, I was not aware that such a place existed for me.
I’m at home in the redwoods of California. My whole being knows this to be true. Until 10 months ago, I was not aware that such a place existed for me.
I got my wings today. No bell chimed. No angelic harmony resounded. They were just handed to me.
September is upon us and around the world it is time to head back to school. “Hooray!” shouts every college student and harried mother.
My husband and I drove separately to the Philadelphia airport in the pouring rain to pick up our guests from Peru.
As a child, I was fascinated by tadpoles. And I wasn’t alone. Freely roaming the neighborhood during summer months, we kids would gather in my neighbor’s frog enclosure to search for new life.
Meet Juanita and Francisco, waving from a hill above the only moon temple in Peru. Known as Killarumiyok, the moon dial served many generations with tracking the movement of the stars, seasons, and energies.