Yesterday I went for a snowy, early morning walk in Santa Fe and this is the writing that came through. To me, this is resilient...

I sat under the piñons in my yard today. As I sat there I thought about how they carry the story of their existence in their rings. From...

There is no way to know what the future holds. These times seem to be adding a punctuate mark to that truth. We are being defined by how...