Gratitude on a Frosty Fall Morning

Gratitude on a Frosty Fall Morning

Dear Soul Beings, My inner wisdom invites me to get out in nature this morning. The thermometer reads 27 degrees, the coldest morning thus far for October. Just what I need to clear my head of junky headlines, white supremacists and political crazy bullshiftiness. The...
The Gift of Poetry

The Gift of Poetry

Dear Soul Beings, Forgive me my hiatus. My writing has been lying dormant during this winter of discontent, this time of sadness and oppression. I have sought refuge in creativity, as that is free and the only way to nurture my soul. Painting keeps the summer in my...
Malaise, Drumming and Dreams

Malaise, Drumming and Dreams

Dear Soul Beings, It’s Thanksgiving weekend and a malaise has settled into my body. Something dark, constricted and small. A matrix of phlegm, of pain and sadness. A curtain is drawn. Since the election, I cannot remember my dreams, I’ve had trouble writing, eating...
Fire in the Air – Teeth and Loss & Life

Fire in the Air – Teeth and Loss & Life

Dear Soul Beings, The autumn winds are blowing. Change is in the air. Here in Santa Fe, the prescribed burn in the Galinas watershed has been halted to reduce the risk of wildfire. Smoke hovers. Leaves of gold pile up by the side of the road. Bare branches stretch and...
Song of Time (What the Painting Knows)

Song of Time (What the Painting Knows)

Dear Soul Beings, A friend stopped by for tea the other day. One of those brilliant fall days, with the asters still blooming next to the chamisa, and the mountains to the east, quilted in gold. My friend and I talked of many things; art and messengers, writing,...
Health, Writing and Dreams

Health, Writing and Dreams

Dear Soul Beings, When I feel tired, as I have over the past couple of weeks, I ask myself, “What is it that  my soul wants to shine into?” The list comes fast: Health Writing Painting Love Time Energy Health, of course, is at the top. I have been cancer...