Spirits of winter, I celebrate you!

Carl the golden retriever learns about the limitations of the Golden Rule.

Is it not a marvel?

Remind me that life is magical and mysterious.

One of the Goddess’s best friends was a cardinal—a bright red bird who loved to play with the Goddess and the Sun.

With a thoughtful story and lush watercolor illustrations, Desmond Gets Free introduces young readers to timely and nuanced concepts of justice and liberation in a kid-friendly way. A 2022 Silver Nautilus Award Winner in the Children’s Illustrated/Fiction category Available for pre-order!

My vet said, “She's telling you thank you for letting her go.”

Also available as a Cine-Book. An alphabet book that celebrates life on earth.

The changes that take place in winter are a kind of alchemy, an enchantment performed by ordinary creatures to survive.

We already have everything we need within us to meet the life that is before us.

From beloved, award-winning poet Aimee Nezhukumatathil comes a debut work of nonfiction - a collection of essays about the natural world, and the way its inhabitants can teach, support, and inspire us...

Maybe hope is fleeting. It leaves and returns again; there’s beauty in its impermanence.

Arm's length: What was once a defensive or suspicious expression has now become a gesture of care, an indication of love and protection.

Tip if you are video recording this story: you can have a clip of an adult stretching out their arm in one direction, then another clip of a different adult stretching out their arm in the other direction, so that when you edit it, it looks like they are stretching towards each other. It would be...

From a celebrated Chickasaw writer, a spiritual meditation, in prose and poetry, on our relationship to the animal world, in an illustrated gift package...

Part of being in community is noticing what's needed. Part of being in community is doing what is necessary but unclaimed.

This quite perfect accidental photo.

Owners of small yards can create a food triangle by connecting the garden, kitchen, and chickens.

We light this chalice in honor of the animal realm, Furred and hoofed, two-legged, four-legged, many-legged, Fanged and clawed, gentle and fierce, wild and tame. May we remember that all animals are our relatives, Worthy of our care and respect.

My church is a ring of alders tilting toward a living pond, backed by the punctuation of tall firs fondling the morning breeze. In my chapel, redwing blackbird unravels her liquid song in the cattails. The thick mud smell is an incense, a beaver-felled tree is my pew. I toss my donation, red...