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Hawk medicine…
I’ve been seeing hawks every day the last week or so. I always pay attention to what birds and other animals appear to me as I feel like they carry messages from Great Spirit. Hawk is a messenger of the gods, teaching us to be observant of the nuances of everyday life and to hone…
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Melanistic white tail doe…
This young melanistic doe has shown up for dinner the last few nights. Finally got a nice photo of her next to another doe to highlight the contrast. She’s so beautiful, isn’t she? I live in an area with the highest concentration of melanistic white tail deer in the country. Even so, I don’t see…
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Sweet magnolia…
My mother, Lida Lea, August 11, 1950 – May 4, 2020, may she rest in peace. She died Monday night around 10pm. The last text I sent her yesterday was this photo of this beautiful magnolia blossom on my tree which is covered in blooms right now. I told her how divine it smelled. She…
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Apothecary rose…
Rosa Gallica Officinalis aka the Apothecary Rose. This is the oldest known cultivated rose in existence with a documented history that goes back more than a thousand years. It blooms once per year and has an old rose fragrance unlike any rose I’ve ever smelled. It is known as the Apothecary Rose because every part…
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Rage Becomes Her #metoo
Y’all, shit has been way too real lately. The micro reflecting the macro in all its rage-inducing glory. I am so fucking angry! Angry at the sense of entitlement way too many men have to violate women’s boundaries with impunity. Angry at the perverse reverse victimhood men cry out when a woman calls him out…
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Suicide or sadhana…
I’ve been thinking a lot about the recent and sudden death of the Buddhist meditation teacher, mental health advocate, and social activist Michael Stone. His partner recently posted more information about the circumstances surrounding his death. Turns out he had long been struggling with mental health concerns related to bipolar disorder. Initial toxicology report indicates…
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How does your garden grow?
My garden is bursting forth with spring right now. This photo was taken a few weeks ago, the chard and kale are both growing so fast, faster than I can eat it, it’s now at least five times bigger than in this photo. My antique roses are putting off enthusiastic, new growth and new little…
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This leaving…
this leaving is as much a running away as a rushing toward no kiss goodbye no kiss hello no place in between there is no safe harbor left for me to go . this twisted paper heart set aflame everything it ever loved trying to light its way through the dark . by now I…
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Everything for sale…
do not say it is selfish – it is everyman for himself in this prison this broke down heart knows too well the clanging and crashing towards breaking free if I am not for me who can I be for and who will be for me? not me, I am not for me and I…
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The same sky…
My heart is blue like the sky a shapeshifting cloud writing loveletters on the wind three parts sunshine, one part rain if only cumulonimbus would carry me away … back to you… There is a place beautiful and mysterious where the saguaro drinks all year long on the water from a single downpour. We are…
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Blame it on the moon…
Blame it on the moon and a faded photograph… . To know a love like this – all this missing You. Everywhere I look, I see You. Every song on the radio, You. Every thought You, You, You! . I know my self in all my parts when I see You. . My heart is…
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Raisin’ Hell
In light of the remarkable news stories this week, I’m inspired to tell you a little story. Seeing Wendy Davis filibuster the livin hell out of the special legislative session and then hearing people talk about it the next day, saying things like “If Molly Ivins was here to see that! Oh lord she’d be…
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In memory of strawberry pie
Today would have been my grandmother’s 99th birthday. I wrote what follows nearly three years ago, on the occasion of her passing on to the next life…
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The sweetness of home practice…
The biggest challenge for me coming home from India this time around was going back to practice at the studio I’d been at for the last year. Maybe I changed, or maybe I was just seeing things more clearly, but I just couldn’t shake the feeling that I didn’t belong there anymore. I love the…
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Everything is Divine…
Well hello from Austin! I’ve been back from India for a little while now, and I’m excited to tell you about my experience this go ’round. I have so many amazing things filling my heart and mind, so much creative energy, I feel like I’m on fire! Instead of attempting some kind of linear exposition,…
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Everything to give…
Well, I’m back in Mysore. Feels like I never even left. I had another dream before I left Austin. I had been feeling quite anxious about some circumstances that presented me with the opportunity to practice non-attachment in a big way. I was conflicted about whether I should stay in Austin to deal with the…
