Why last Thanksgiving caused three days of empath hangover --and I don't regret it.

what Old Man Grief, dusk's faeries, and winter's bone offer to sensitive souls

I’m sitting in my sauna, fully clothed— complete with ski cap still on my head, shivering.

My morning dog walk left me bone-cold. The fog is thick enough that I couldn’t see across the small lake. Last week’s wind took the last of the leaves, the ones that had been holding on with their final burst of orange and red and gold. Now, they’re gone.

This mor…