Calm in the Rapids
Together we hear the waterfall like thunder in the distance; rapid after rapid the spills and breaks have worn thin our gear, our determination. We carry an image in our hearts of a green valley beyond the precipice, yet the fear of what approaches runs through our nerves like water. We cannot reverse; the river […]
Singing the Voice of Our Long Love
You and I have been together since the sun first glinted in the shallows, beneath your wading skirt and laughing children; around campfires, torturous loves, over countless rivers and mountains when the seas were smaller, and our original home intact. After a thousand mornings while rivers yet flow and tides awaken, I call out to […]
Morning Devotion
Quieting the tempest of thought inner seas begin to calm, the weight of expectation sinking. Waves of animosity laying down until surface mirrors the open sky, a deeper presence within the Earth rising through bedrock and lifted to the temple finding form in breadth of water, still before the morning sun. […]
By Inner Light
Despite the storm and rough unanswerable seas, with night sky like smoke and vapor, we take our bearings from the pulse of tide perceiving signals amidst a fury. Knowing from within where the stars are pointing, moving forward by inner light.
Solitary Cairn
Amidst the change and no change, the waves of geology, finance, politics and war, one small stone sits alone in my inner temple. A solitary cairn marking direction, speaking no sound, just the quietly assuring granite of one long ago and yet to come moment, held in my heart, unmoving.
Mother’s Day
I have this thing in common with birds, we like to find a perch and watch the rising sun, to feel the warmth and greet new light. With native elders, monks and sisters round the globe, training their eyes to be with Source and thank the Mother in a simple gesture, a practice amidst the […]
She is Giving Birth
Thick clouds and cold air confuse the expectation, as if we’re turning retrograde toward winter. In the Gulf of Mexico Gaia’s artery lays open, altering the sea irrevocably; fish and birds are witness to a threshold crossed. Sky brightens through the clouds but an eerie sense remains of a strange new time. Gaia integrates, but […]
She Simply Says Yes
The Earth may be tired of giving birth to countless leaves and birds, from the fountain where we drink the daylight of our one precious life. Perhaps it is only my feeling of loss for Her altar, and in a shallow lake today two swans appeared. One nested a muddy trash strewn island, the other […]
Camas Blue
Seals fish off the point as sun breaks through low clouds on spring camas blue, brightening the old stone with her delicate color, sending a message through rock of what may come in a morning.
Live On
Two birds float in the channel as wind lifts the water like corduroy; behind his weathered face the bay stretches to distant islands, the sea his home for many years. The problems with being a man do not change, but within the fold of this larger setting, where air and sea and sun still breathe, […]
Pink Snow
Walking along the sidewalk I bump into a drooping branch, the flower laden plum tree filling the air with a song of soft color. Stopped by her touch, I pause in prayer for all she has given, her pink snow beginning to fall, showering the pavement with light.
Written in Stone
Healing comes in strange ways; the bundle of family and friends, the stranger whose eyes we only met needing a ceremony of rest and release to clean the slate. To carry weight is to be mortal yet another freedom beckons. The crows won’t tell you nor the power you may desire. It’s written in a […]
Through the Darkness toward Home
The sky closes and gray water churns, the mountains and nearby islands outline without definition. Everything is as it’s always been except the fish do not return and the birds are few. What ceremony can I perform, whose face to carve upon the cedar? Slick mud covers the roads, rocks wet and treacherous; the messages […]
Easter Morning
I look to the trees for faith, wondering if their season will flower, if the opening I desire will lift what lies beneath the pavement to open air, fragile color awake to the light, tenderly pushing toward heaven, rooted forever in the Earth.
The Soup’s Not Ready
Coming and going like sea tides we move from city to island and back to flowering trees, awakening so slowly this year as if blossoms waited a secret sign for the riot of spring color. A pair of bald eagles stood the point looking out to sea, considering; golden eagle circled again and again questioning […]