

A NOTE FROM THE PUBLISHER -- 2025 VOL II
So much of life calls us to separate ourselves into pieces, become fractals in order to cover all the bases — work, family, social lives...
J Bristol
Sep 5, 2025


A RISING SON
I realized I hadn’t allowed myself to miss him. For months, over 2,000 miles by air and nearly 4,000 miles by land had been reduced to...
Shena Driscoll Salvato
Sep 3, 2025


TUNING IN: MOVEMENT, MESSAGES & THE BODY
Some of my favorite memories are from the summer days when I was eight and nine. Every day had an easy, playful rhythm. My sister and I...
Ann Wilkie Arens
Sep 1, 2025


LIMINAL SPACE
I recently returned from an Icelandic adventure. When you go to Iceland in June, you don’t see the aurora borealis. You see the sun....
Heather Doyle Fraser
Aug 30, 2025


A RESONANT PATH TO WHOLENESS
What best represents wholeness for human beings? The word suggests a feeling of completeness, of having reach some desired endpoint and...
Michael Scholtz
Aug 28, 2025


THE SONG RETURNS
I stood at the stove, pushing the breakfast potatoes back and forth, turning one and then another, seeking that perfect golden crunchiness on every side. The rising sun shone brightly through the back window and onto the pan, hinting at another reliably warm, humid day in the tropics. Removing the potatoes from the heat, making way for the eggs that would follow, I suddenly noticed that the tune in my head had made its way to my voice. “Are youuuuu a life force . . .”, words
J Bristol
Aug 27, 2025






































