I love this time of year. I love the way nature adorns herself in her finest before removing it all and surrendering to the next phase of dormancy and hibernation. The designers at Paris Fashion Week have nothing on the Great Mother.Shown here: An hombre...

Women are rising. Wild, windswept, born of ocean, aflame with light, rooted as trees, we are rising. We are re-wilding ourselves. Emerging from Earth, clad in moss and bark.  We are unrecognizable, except to each other. We move in the shadows of forests and the deep, cool undercurrents of streams. We reach...

I wrote this at Intermountain Medical Center in the CCU. My Father was on full life-support and completely incoherent. All I had was time and all I could hear was the ventilator pushing air into his lungs...