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
Not for long, I’ll get there at some point. We didn’t get around to our barefoot challenge until after dusk today. We are getting used to it by now, thankfully my toes warm up quickly in fuzzy boots afterwards. This … Continue reading
This shot embodies surrendering and letting go…came home toting groceries to a kitchen equipped with two chefs-in-the-making and the youngest dragging me out to practice our bow just as the sun was kissing the horizon. Out here it doesn’t look … Continue reading
The original gang consisted of three. A Dalmatian spotted one, a zebra striped one and now just this lonely one. The former ones that past were best buds frolicking about in their four-sided quarters. The Dalmatian one was the first … Continue reading
