Life can feel like we are always rushing to catch the bus with one foot ahead and the mind racing to complete everything. 

What can we do when there is a rock in the road?

It hasn't happened yet and we don't know what the future brings.

The antlers drop off this time of year and regrow, each year a little bigger.

For decades, the bears come in autumn and pull apple tree branches down to get to the biggest, juiciest apples.

From the garden, I can hear the salmon as they splash and jump up the strong currents of water rushing down to the sea.

The waves push me about, and I scream with delight and shock.

I was convinced that he was up to no good (what with eating my flowers and the apple trees) and really didn't like him too much at all.

It turns out that even though it feels like winter here, there are still many birds!

The bear had been eating huckleberries, leaving an artistic purple-colored medium for the second passing animal to also leave a trace of their rambling.

I am 3 batches of apple butter, 2 apple pies, 2 apple crisps, 1 batch of apple sorbet, and 1 batch of apple chips into the fall to-do list! 

We can't know what adventures are ahead of us and conditions are imperfect.  Life is all of the things; beautiful, hard, funny, boring, and wild. Something is bound to happen! 

Give your loved ones and even give your own self a chance to surprise you.

We can all become preoccupied with our preferences, and they can blind us to what is here—the abundance of the moment.

We can't stop at just being calm; we need to be calm in order to bear witness, to grieve, and to make new choices.

Things aren't always as fixed as we think. Remember to let go and consider a new point of view.

Vivian, her mouth open and canines flashing, was just a hair's breadth behind Tiger the cat.

Life cannot be corralled or riveted into place. It is often messy and never stagnant. I am learning to be like the butterfly, seeking sweetness from what is real.

Sometimes we make bad decisions, or decisions that seem bad that turn out to be good, and then maybe even bad again at some point, because the story isn't over until the story is over.

Thumping and knocking sounds woke Tiger and I. We looked at each other, our necks swiveling around to hear more clearly. What was happening?