One Who Walks Within
The old track to the ridge line begins where two rivers meet, aquamarine water pulsing with oxygen, original path cut along the lines of power up the steep mountain from tree to ancient tree. Roots form a network from sun to inner Earth, an energetic grid alight and flowing across the long switchbacks to the […]
As if the Sun Would Not Return
Light streams in our eastern windows, a soft winter brightness warming the frost covered sidewalks and Christmas morning in our old home. Ancients celebrated this gift in temples with rituals dedicated to the solstice, to the changing arc of dawn, as sign of how our lives could evolve beyond the maddening hive, gently lifting our […]
Upon the Sacred Earth
When men gather in the strong rain of the forest, the sound of the drum echoes with the music of the river, the bald scree and forested slopes sending back the message there is room for you here, as you return in the good way, bringing the sharp truth of your tears, the golden wounds […]
Faith of Trees
The earth is far from me, the comfort of the ground and presence of open water. I imagine a world of forgiveness with the power of new life and look to the east praying for this hope to find birth. In the soft gray sky thin winter branches extend upward, the faith of the trees […]
No End Without Beginning
When the last leaves fall to the fires of autumn, the slender branches fill with buds of another spring. So many Camelots lost like Avalons in the mist, yet winter trees tell their story as the sun dips in the southern sky. No end without beginning, no defeat without forgiveness, and no close to the […]
Singing the Voice of the Mountains
The sound of the river like the rush of winter rain, mountain water flowing over ancient stones, speaking the old story. The long line father to son generation upon generation, and forward in the expectant glance of grandsons with their tender courage. The river says our greatest strength is our deepest vulnerability, the many times […]