The Promise of Plums

The promise of plums like glowing constellations spark the midday sky      

Mother Earth, We Love You

Slowing down, to savor the miracle of this earth. And, sitting in the garden this morning, silently thanking the spirit of the earth, Pachamama, for sustaining us. May we sustain her, with more grace and intelligence each day.

April Sun, Snowflakes and a Cup of Sweet Rose Tea

Not many words are needed for this spectacular morning on Earth. Just look, and click to enlarge – the sun shown at an angle through the delicate mounds of snow, and in several photos, captured the exquisite singular snowflakes themselves… This next is definitely a photo to enlarge – and the next two after this — please…

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…

Little Signs, Pachamama and the Smell of Spring

Pachamama, we can only witness  —  your inspirations welling up green and bright when light stirs you fragrant into spring. Overheard rhetorical question in the tiny Paonia post office this morning, a 55 degree day before another winter storm tonight: “Spring is on it’s way – eventually, right?” And then the rugged questioner turned, gray bearded and smiling,…

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…

Dawn Through an Ice Crystal Forest

This morning I smiled knowing that whatever else comes my way today I began the day gazing at dawn through the magic of an ice crystal forest

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…

Garden Party!

Pachamama loves color! This bright wheel of steamed garden delights was simply drenched in fresh lemon, basil and dill vinaigrette and spun off to a garden party a couple of nights ago. This is my first post from the WordPress for iPhone app! So it will be short and sweet. My times in the kitchen…

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…