You haven’t heard from me in awhile, dear readers, and the reason why is I’ve been collecting my things and finding a new home and garden in which to dwell. And once several hours of dirt digging has taken place, and some sweat on sunny days – my spirit begins to connect with the earth,…
Category: Spirits of the Garden
God is in the Details ~ and the Christmas Pears
God – Goddess – Creator – Holy Spirit – Allah – Universal Light – is definitely in the details. However you perceive the life force, the movement of this un-nameable essence flows throughout everything. I pray we are moving towards that time when we realize we are all believing in the same thing. And let go of the…
Weekly Photo Challenge: Inside
Peeling back husks from the very first heirloom Glass Gem ear of corn out of the garden revealed THIS inside: Treasure.
Haiku for a Melon
Grow mightily sweet in these dog days of summer, dream big, wee melon!
The Refuge of a Pumpkin Flower
When the beauty one encounters is so vast it defies description, I wonder if my heart, beaming strongly through these words is enough to portray why witnessing the refuge of a pumpkin flower awakened me?
Itsy Bitsy Spiders
Change is beginning to charge pretty unmistakably through my life! On June 30, one entire year since I began this blog with an incredible garden by my side, I will be moving away from the North Fork Valley. I have so many feelings, thoughts, words. And then – choose it to be love. Just love….
A Fervent Planting Day, Spring Altar, and Persian Soup
A wildness is coursing through my veins, bucking winter out of nooks and crannies with a single minded purpose. Get out in that dirt, and start digging. When I did, I immediately unearthed three carrots from last fall – they were crisp, and looked so inviting I came back inside, kicked off my shoes, and ate…
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…
Surprises in Life and the Garden: And Oh! the pang of unrequited love
Oh my! All is well. To everything, turn, turn, turn. There is a season, turn, turn, turn, and a time for every purpose under heaven….. I found out this morning a dear friend is considering a move to another country, and even the suggestion of this change wrenched my heart. Aching! Already, and nothing has…
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…
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…
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…
Pachamama's Beautiful Food 