Sometimes in our busy-ness, our worries and concerns, we forget that our body needs tending. We forget that our connection with the world -- the big, wide, wonderful world -- is a physical connection.  Most of the time when we tend to the body, our spirit is refreshed.

Listening to Mary Oliver read her poems, then reading them aloud to one another, has filled the last 24 hours with delight.

Only October 5, and already winter is blustering around.

Turkey Vultures were kettling yesterday above my cottage. Their graceful, soaring circles transfixed me. This yearly ritual announces: Time to head south.

When was the last time you wrote someone a real honest-to-goodness letter complete with a stamp on the envelope? The Post Office says not many folks are sending snail mail letters any more.

I've long been a 49ers fan. So when football season comes around, I like to remember back when the team was something really special. Here's one of my favorite football memories. Maybe you remember it to.  

Although I'm not a fan of spiders, I'm awed by the beautiful webs spun by the European Garden Spider. And beyond that, I find these big, passive orb-weavers intelligent.