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,…

The Magic of Looking Closely

I stepped out of my warm dry house early this morning and encountered Love. We have many dwellings – and one Earth home.  Whom is, in so many places, still exquisitely beautiful. Like here – Stepping out into the wet morning today was a flooding into all my senses. The incredible layers of scents and smells…

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…

the sweet fall harvests

Each day at this point in the garden season is a treasure. Be-jeweled. I feel it. Looking about this plot of ground, October 4th in the afternoon, I feel the gift big time. It makes poignant, clear sense, to truly be present in the moment these days of twirling, fleeting gold and changing season. And I do my best. Looking for beauty, and…

The Sacred Pocket: Contemplation, White Sage and Sweetgrass

Yesterday, it rained again. We are so grateful, as the moisture seems to be cycling back into more regularity after a hot, hot summer. There is no wildfire smoke in the air, at least these past several days in the valley. So many prayers for rain – and they have been answered. The elements of…

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…

If you cannot feed one hundred people…

The Universal language of love and compassion surely includes food, beautiful food, made with caring for those about to receive. Nourishment of the soul. When I had my catering business in Ft. Collins, Colorado a good ten years ago, I catered a big buffet Thanksgiving dinner for the spiritual center I was attending, and made…

Glory oh Morning Glory!

Pachamama’s beauty sustains the heart. The morning glory, opening with the light of dawn – feels like a direct link to the Creator, the Universal Source Love flowing within all life – through this portal of nature… take some moments….look with me. Are you not positive yet? Please, look closer: Dive in, with your eyes, your heart, explore the…

The Garden – Habitat of Love

After being on the road for 2 plus weeks, I was greeted by a garden much wilder and more lush than when I left! So many surprises! Strawberries sending out dozens of new runners – carrot and beet patches like miniature forests, potatoes thronging alongside the gourds, pole beans weaving themselves along the fence, white…

Entranced by the Bees

I found myself totally entranced with this photo after I uploaded it. With the beautiful bee, his pollen sacs bulging with the bright morning’s work at the elderberry flowers. The bushes and absolute throngs of bees are just by your head and shoulders, walking back into the garden. Early morning, the flower scent heavy, all…

In the Garden

listen within this moment winging inside a conscious rhythm surfaces in birdsong our breath tree shadows our hearts green dappling light tomato leaf and garlic scent dirt and water the steps we take earth on our knees the whole Universe inside us dreams become real a star bursts in daylight the seven sisters whirl across…

Corn Dance, vision behind my eyes of an ancient time

the dance begins slowly unheard music is part of the air i was a young man then i wore black crow feathers, black bear hide black paint changed my face my moccassins sang the red dust we each dance in a circle part of the larger circle as the light begins to change my heart…

Welcome to Pachamama’s Beautiful Food!

Welcome to Pachamama’s Beautiful Food! I am filled with wonder and joy every moment and especially every morning when I walk outside and witness Creation first hand in my garden. Feeling, seeing, nurturing, hearing — which plants are speaking out, asking for, teaching me. And listening, with a fluid sense by-passing the ears themselves, inwardly,…