Camping Between Two Fires, by Glenda Taylor
I am camping in the mountains between two fires. Although in no danger, I can sometimes smell smoke from the fire to the west if [...]
I am camping in the mountains between two fires. Although in no danger, I can sometimes smell smoke from the fire to the west if [...]
I am currently camping out near the Four Corners area of Colorado. I picked up a Navajo Nation newspaper, and I noted an article citing [...]
Glenda Taylor Comments: Yesterday morning I read something that was perfect for me personally to hear on the day of the “Great Debate.” It gave [...]
Take a walk with Glenda Taylor at Earthsprings Retreat Center to experience the first hints of the advent of spring. https://youtu.be/AK9t-WYXKx4 To lean [...]
A Grandmother’s Prayer for Young Men, by Glenda Taylor Oh, Great and Good Spirit, behold these many young men, especially those just coming into their [...]
My stepfather might as well have been Amish, if you consider how he lived. Of course, he wouldn’t have known what Amish meant, probably. He [...]
Lightness, a poem by Glenda Taylor With what feathery lightness do you step, And in such silence, yet surprise me— Scorpion walking on my bare [...]
Coming up to the Winter Solstice this year, I am more than ever aware of the sacredness of this time between the extremes of light and [...]
I frequently suggest to others something I call a square foot meditation—sitting quietly in one spot for a good long time, simply observing, while holding [...]
“The bowl of the pipe is a sacrificial vessel that itself is a miniature cosmos. Often tobacco is added pinch by pinch, each [...]