This post talks about messages from nature, in our dreams, and in our lives.

We've seen the end of winter, 2025-26. It's been exceptionally cold, even here in Florida. Mercury We've also seen the end of the first Mercury Retrograde of the year, too. It added fuel to the confusion, primarily affecting my communication. I felt at times as if I could not form the words that had, before, come so easily to me. This morning, I woke up from a vivid dream in which someone I know told me, with a compassionate smile, that my life is a didactic one. In her w

We read about how our dreams can give us meaningful experiences, such as through a visit with a loved one who has passed. My father died in 2003, and I recall having a visit from him within a year of his death. He was dressed all in white, and the room was white and unadorned. He seemed happy, or maybe that's not the best word. He seemed settled. Content in a Buddhist monk kind of way. He and I visited in that room as if we were driving in the family car; he at the wheel

The other day, as I was finishing up "Siddhartha" by Hermann Hesse, I continued to be touched by the well-described phases of the protagonist's life. Toward the end of the book, Siddhartha realized he could not keep going on the path of a wealthy merchant. He abruptly left the life he had made and headed into nature, finding himself by a familiar river. It was the one he had crossed when he left his family home. Standing at the edge in deep despair, Siddhartha was a breath