The energy was palpable and positive, generous and forward thinking – for both years of this marvelous festival SLOW FOOD NATIONS – 2017 and 2018. Mid-July these last two summers, hundreds of organic farmers, ranchers, brewers, chefs, food activists and more descended upon Denver’s Larimer Square for a grand, beautiful summit and cultural display of…
Category: Compassionate Action
Two little Earth Angels
Back in mid-May, I was hankering for a walk out in nature – and chose the trail up above Spring Canyon park towards Dixon reservoir, about 10 minutes from my home. My back and body had been really hurting but I wanted to get out there. Some readers may know that I have a severe…
Autumn Equinox : Sunflower Teachings
Autumn equinox blessings to you. Our hearts are many. Our dreams radiate – Our task is to shine, and merge with the turning leaves, the drying grasses – the digging squirrels, the beets still growing in our gardens. Merge with the sunsets, arriving sooner every day. Merge with the darkness, and find the stars, luminous…
White Wings
Four pelicans Glide white wings through azure sky beneath a morning moon, soaring. They were just paddling a tight circle on a small clear lake, fishing, Moments ago. Human angels against A backdrop of hate Raised white linen wings fashioned for protection To shield hearts shattered from grief From a raw harshness yet…
To persevere with joy
All the grace that may be gleaned, I wish it for you as we travel on, negotiating this journey of life – and a very happy new year – from my backyard, and home, to yours. The last sunset of 2015, seen through my western window through icicle and orchard, brings me to this: “Turn…
I Lit a Candle This Morning for Yesterday – and ended up Baking Cookies
Originally posted on One Heart World ~ with Margaret Gilfoyle:
As I lit a candle this morning, it felt I was lighting it for yesterday. For a realization that came. Where my heart floated graciously in acceptance of what was right before me, and I let go of what was not. I quietly rejoiced in that…
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…
Entering the Sometimes Turbulent Realm of Valentine’s Day with a Smile…and Sour Cherry Chocolate Brownies
You get it, right? The emotional weather report for the next weekend can forecast some fairly volatile storms, the possibility of patchy, disorienting veils of unfathomable fog ~~~ as well as heady, high altitude, sunny, picture-perfect atmospheric conditions. All because of St. Valentine, and the weighty burden we’ve laid on him. The ability to feel and express the…
Don’t Frack the Fork! A Fierce and Tender Love, from Garden to Table
I live in the North Fork Valley of southwestern Colorado, in the small town of Paonia. The North Fork refers to the mighty Gunnison river, which ebbs and flows in varying degrees of tame and wild depending on the season. This community became my home nearly 6 years ago, and I have grown to adore it, land,…
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,…
Listening
Listening: In a lyricists’ words of early morning embraced by the rustle of dry leaves all around me, – black sky, crescent moon, and the reassuring stars of comrade Orion on the right – during this time of reflection inward riding upon my souls’ ripples, waves to crests, my spirit asked me to release all…
Autumn – Almond Butter Cookies – And Criss Crossed Lines
This world is filled with lines that cross. Everywhere. In a myriad of ways. Lines of communication, lineage of families. Branches of trees making up a forest. Tic Tac Toe. Lines, highways, rivers and streets. Words on a page. Prayers criss cross and tumble over each other on the wind – for our lives, to connect to each…
The revolution is here: a brand new urban balcony garden
I have always been a rebel. You know, I liked coloring outside of the lines. I liked to explore the woods behind our house and catch butterflies, raise pet mice and chameleons waaayyy more than playing with dolls. Fast forward and you’ll see me getting arrested for civil disobedience at a nuclear rally when I was 20. The list goes on, within…
Reflections on a gift of watermelon pickle
Isn’t it the memory of watermelons that makes us want to grow them? It is for me. I was in third grade, with a teacher named Ms. Hoover. Ms. The first woman I had ever known who wasn’t a Miss, or a Mrs. Ms. Hoover had teased up hair and big brown eyes that seem…
Pachamama's Beautiful Food 