Santa Shaman
Under steel gray blankets the land rests, soaked in winter rain as cold air cleanses the approach to solstice. Santa shaman roams with reindeer in starry night skies, drops through smoke holes to deliver his gifts. Not for gain this season but surrender to darkness, the terror of our souls silenced and stilled. On this […]
Instead She Flowers
Autumn sweeps the laden trees, spreading treasure on the ground we cart off to a distant mill. The soil aches for return of what began in spring and came to summer fullness. You’d think the earth would long ago surrender but instead she flowers, rising from meagre dirt to fill the sky with color. […]
Treasure of the Forgotten
Inner life is a tiny gear in the machinery of the world. Many perform in the factory, to the wheels of commodity and exchange. Yet in silence there are messages meant only for the soul, hieroglyphics that speak to the destiny of the wanderer who is not lost. On Cold Mountain there flows a stream […]
Until I Return
Gray seas, gray skies, wind over water as ocean reclaims the inland sea. Trees fall to their roots drinking deeply of the early rain. I gather my regrets and drop them into the swirling cove for the crabs to feast. Carrying what I can I journey back to the mainland, the memory of salt and […]
Leaving No Trace
Birds flock on the tide while dark clouds of rain are driven onshore, clearing skies over the island. Gracefully they circle and land, circle and land, gathering. I sit quietly, sipping on the early hours of soft light and shadow. The silent earth, teaching deep root and letting go, lightens my footsteps until like the […]
From Cradle Return
Into the lush night of a waxing moon rich with silence I walk with certainty. The well of earth opens and down I go to the caverns of peace. Surrendering my shield I stand beside ancients and in the undisturbed wisdom lights the stars. I find myself a glimmer in Her eyes, a spark in […]
Descent to Winter Root
The early sun breaks through eastern clouds, lighting the sea in a wind driven tide. Trees begin their slow descent to winter root, the forest quiet in chill morning air. I let go of the island, of what I love above ground for the season of goes within. Sees Far says you strain vision when […]
Painting Van Gogh
The moon rose beside Saturn, shining pale light on the autumn sea; later the sun lifted bright orange painting Van Gogh on the ebbing tide. I dawdle with seabirds, feeding on color. One day I’ll pass with the tide but why taint these hours while here for the feast. Bring your sadness and regret, the […]
Earth Magic
The sound of wind across the sea, the lonely cry of gulls, earth stirring in first hours as I arise from the dream time, humble before the forces of light and dark. Night the healer, day for bearing gifts, I’m quiet before the altar, morning prayers formed without sound as the sun star rises bright […]
In Gathering Light
Day rises with quiet breath, sun bright in cloudless skies. The sea is still, flooded to the high mark, collecting strength for the ebb’s return. Like the cormorant hunting these salt waters my net is dropped in morning hours, fishing for peace on the new earth tide. Disturbance in the world is great but below […]
Call and Response
The planet’s dial clicks another turn as the air cools and we move into autumn. Walls of stone step down into the changing tide, steadfast in their ancient vigil. With the thirst of brown grass trees thrum their cloud songs drawing end-of-summer rain. Beside the shore a quiet blessing, mantras repeated waveless as an orca […]
When I Return from the Sea
From cathedrals below the sea dark images float up in the bellies of fish, devouring sunlight on the rippling surface before descending with color to undersea grottoes. One day they will rise and I will go down to visit the spires and vaulted stone arches, to suffer my thanks for the gifts of safe crossing. […]
Kiss of Peace
Filled with moonlight, I stand by the sea. Under shining stars the night’s dark embrace leaves the kiss of peace on my grizzled cheek. I scratch thanks on the morning tablet, to cheer my footsteps as I wander the miracle of life on earth. […]
Heron
With elegant wings heron carves the air above the tide. No combat or struggle, just thin bone and muscle leaving the image of a perfect feather drawn upon the sea. Reading of “Heron” with music by John McLaughlin
Round with Kindness
Gaia wears her gentle face on August days, light winds and sunlight cast in white gold upon the sea. Daring to be still I drink in quietness, wind and water easing my soul. Settled into stone by gravity’s embrace, the weight of time presses me down until like the earth I am round with kindness. […]