I remember the first time I discovered a book on birth order. It was in 1992 in the ‘library’ where I was house-sitting on a gulf island. This opened up a whole new way of understanding... 

  Kneeling in a garden bed, Watching, listening, growing, Waiting with breath.   Your attention feeds me, Weeding, watering,  tending me.   I present you With the beauty  of my... 

I was inspired to acknowledge my cousin’s son on the occasion of his 13th birthday. This rite of passage is often overlooked for the significant transition that it is for both young...