Above ~ Recipes from the Universe – Pachamama's Beautiful Food

Just Before the Rain, or: When I Feel Fragile I Look to the Earth

My body feels fragile today. Human. Delicate. Unsettled. With love, and more than a little gratitude, I look to the earth: She always comforts me. With her intricacies, her breadth. And especially the details. All the glorious details. Though much has changed, since these perennials last sprouted, in my life, my heart – to see them…

Like a Raccoon – Washing Potatoes for a Frittata

Sometimes mornings are like this: Like a Raccoon: Washing Potatoes for a Frittata Holding the potato under running water I turn it, over and over finding the little eyes, then my fingers working to flick them off, cleaning my own eyes not watching – there, but gazing off to the left the brightness of the kitchen door…

Prayers, Pomegranates and Moroccan Fruit Salad

The allure of the pomegranate. I have been intrigued as long as I can remember. The abundance of hidden sweetness behind every papery membrane. Discovery. Stained fingers. The fruit of legends. The Stupa of Dharmakaya, Shambhala Mountain Center at Red Feather Lakes in Colorado is a setting where a beautiful depiction of the pomegranate fruit is displayed….

Prayers to Pachamama

Pachamama….. Earth Mother ….Mother Earth…. in grateful silence, I breathe with you. I pray…then, through your ears, I am listening, listening….to pigeon coo and wind…. whistling through dry leaves…. to sandstone, re-forming. I seek to merge with the Love, the Knowledge that you are. Breathe it in. The pathways through the expanded heart we are,…