Dispatches from the Luminous Web

The coyote sat on the lush green hillside, its amber eyes cutting through the evening haze. He looked at me like he knew something, something old and wise that ...

Follow the whispers of your heart

You know that stirring in your heart, that whisper of something greater? It’s time to listen, to act, and to transform.

It’s...

If you’ve been in the online business space for a hot minute, I’m sure you’ve heard a lot of lip service about showing up “authentically” in your marketing.

Be...

About to step across the threshold—backpack on, shoes laced up, route mapped, door wide open—and there I stop, immobile. 

Have you ever found yourself struggli...

It’s 5 am my alarm sounds. I consider hitting snooze, as one does. And then, I hear it. 

The sounds of the lions calling—literally from the other side of the s...

It’s spring here in central PA, which means on a warm sunny day you can hear wood frogs calling to their mates. You’ll also hear neighbors exclaim, “I heard the...