Ode to a Barn, Spiders, and Sacred Spirals

It’s been happening for awhile now, but the full on onslaught, the riot of spring still feels a little surreal. Happening long enough that daffodils have bllossomed and have had time to dry. Still beautiful, as I see them. It’s my first spring living in this funky old house in the country – the North…

Covered with Flowers

On a magical plain in Wyoming flowers are blooming like wands. Their white flames touch my heart as I watch them swaying in morning sun, and there is a part of me that will stay here motionless outside of time in a slow dance cheek to cheek with the earth, Pachamama  covered with flowers, with…