Winter’s Call

Winter’s Call

Winter’s Call Living Light by Laura Elliott It happens every year of course—the wintry retreat of earth, pronounced by the new light of the December solstice. We pretty much take for granted the turning of the seasons. And they turn for a reason. Every act of...
A Thanksgiving Reflection

A Thanksgiving Reflection

A Thanksgiving Reflection A recent morning at breakfast, in the quiet of the dawning light and in the solitude of the candle lit at my table, I penned words of gratitude in my journal, giving thanks for the good night’s sleep, the luxury of my bed, and the comfort of...
The Word Wild

The Word Wild

Silver Beach in St. Joseph, MI There’s a line from one of my poems: I surrender to the radical pulse of love. To me, this is the essence of what it means to live with a wild heart—to live in oneness from that deep place within, allowing the pulsing desires of life to...