This Fella

This Fella

And all the doting for him since our finding.

This Field

This Field

This temple, this sacredness, this presence…from safety to awareness. Be here and let the body do the rest. In stillness I return to resonance. Memory imprinting a background bracing for years yet carried no more. And in this distance… just enough … Continue reading

What’s On My Table

What’s On My Table

A fresh one, discovered this A.M. still clinging to the balmy morning dew.

Blushed

Blushed

This lost language, hidden in plain sight.

This Hide

This Hide

For being there to embrace my return from the wild.

This Classic Game

Still bringing the children of the village together

This Door

This Door

Taking note that it won’t be left open forever.

This Exchange

This Exchange

Moving into its softness ever so sweetly into the tenderness of the summer night.

These Falls

These Falls

Because we may want to investigate up close.

Back At It Again

Cause we just can’t get enough.