A fairy floated by, not a real fairy, but a fluffy seed like the dandelion seeds we called fairies when I was a child. Only it didn’t really float, it lingered right in front of my eyes then danced a little before flying away, leaving this mini blog in its wake. I was sitting in
Three ideas for today’s blog jostled in my head, but which to choose? It was one of those perfect mornings, just back from yoga, sipping coffee in a garden still wet from overnight rain, a balmy breeze, birds chirping happily as they flitted through the trees feasting on the array of delicacies rain brings, just
Welcome to the first episode recorded in my new studio! I wonder if you can hear any difference. It’s a bigger space, so I can stand at the microphone and wave my arms and hands around as I talk to you. Even though you can’t see me, it feels good to get my whole body
“I’m quadriplegic,” said the caller to a dream segment I was hosting on radio many years ago, “but in my dreams I can run and dance, and I’m devastated when I wake up and remember that I can’t.” Before his accident, he had enjoyed running and dancing, and he could draw on his sensual and
