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Qi

Qi

Tiny birds scattered in the frigid air as I ducked under a partially fallen tree crossing the trail. I searched above for the bird making a racket, probably warning the little birds of the invasion that was me. The world looked gray. A tall, sturdy tree stood dark...
The Hummingbird & The Art of War

The Hummingbird & The Art of War

The feeder trail was long, hot and dusty. It was early July and the smell of pine was sharp from the heat. My thirteen-year-old nephew and I walked under the power lines. Power companies clearcut land but generously allow trails on their property. The cost of these...
The Burr

The Burr

I found a tiny burr on my dress, the dress I wore for the Colorado mountain wedding in September. I pinched it off and casually threw it in the waste basket. I have thought about the burr a lot. I wish I had put it in the woods. It traveled so far. It did its job. It...
Embrace Winter

Embrace Winter

Here we are, on the dark side of the equinox, bracing ourselves for the inevitable. Winter. At the risk of sounding bossy and redundant– gather your books, journals, sketchbooks, pens and pencils. Don’t forget the eraser. You’ll need it. Unearth the velvet...