I could have watched yesterday’s nightfall over and over. Here’s my late night take of a red sky. We fled the park surrounded by trees abundant with foliage to pursue this vision of a glowing crimson sky. This is the … Continue reading
These days our windows look as if someone flicked her wrist with a few broad strokes of a chartreuse-tipped paint brush. It’s a heavily wooded view masterly leafing out right about now as the soft pastels of spring emerge overhead. … Continue reading
Winding down and reverting to the continuum while one of us buckles down to minutia on paper. Out here is where it matters. Out here there is true abundance. Out here is to be venerated. Out here the gentle breeze … Continue reading
Give me a few days of peace in your arms–I need it terribly. I’m ragged, worn, exhausted. After that I can face the world. -Henry Miller, from a letter to Anais Nin, featured in A Literate Passion. Slipped into a … Continue reading
to embrace the truth, our mother’s chosen. Gone are the days, living from distorted elements from within. Gone are the days, of bleeding wounds, past to present. Gone are the days, of the fragmentary, nefarious and fictitious faiths. These are … Continue reading
this sweet child of mine is vibrant, and all the more singular dancing along with these longstanding oaks like gods that surround us in our woods. It’s here we play, where we activate and expand, where the magic unfolds. We … Continue reading
Some days, when the sun doesn’t wake to salute you, inversions are required. A few squares down you may have read why they are unavoidable in our routine and these photos were meant to be included, well I’ll add yet … Continue reading
It’s a fairly common solar less weather pattern around here, but when it does beam up, it’s most welcomed. I was showered with some miraculous beams today and my digits nearly froze with a few seconds of exposure to borderline … Continue reading
We so often forget the power in our energy we carry within. We are the path, we are the healer…why not keep things pared down? Forgive, forget, let go all things that do not hold deep and devoted love. We … Continue reading
In my heart, a song. In my step, a lightness. In my depth, a spirit that won’t die. At the brink, prophecies hindered. A force, devoid of love, extinguished. New growth and swift strides during a clamorous winter. Forsaken honeypots … Continue reading
