Glimmer Notes

A quiet holiday reflection about a mother, a daughter, and an evening drive filled with Christmas lights, music, and small moments of joy during a difficult season.

On the Summer Solstice, Mystic Grove offered a soft breeze, shared stories, and quiet wonder beneath the stars—a reflection on connection, coincidence, and the gentle magic of a garden sanctuary.

Being a New England girl, I can always count on seeing woolly bears in the Autumn. If you have never seen a woolly bear before, they are large, fuzzy caterpillars with black and brown bands of color, that will eventually become a Isabella Tiger Moth. They are harmless and can be easily picked up (but please be gentle and put them back). As a child, I was told that the color of the woolly bear was a predictor of the winter weather forecast. According to lore, the more rusty br

As a Pagan, being in tune with nature comes with the territory. Along with the warm, clear days and cold crisp nights, what better marks the coming of Autumn than the tree's change from their green summer garb to the radiant oranges, reds, yellows, and even purple that catches our eyes? My love for this time of year, when my soul comes alive and my spirit soars, is well known amongst my kith and kin. My daughter recognized it from a young age, probably before she understood w