Desert hymns adjust the film of inexactness that often plague a city girl’s reasoning. Precious bellows of wind resonate through a canyon and her fine branches of Palo Verde and …

Desert hymns adjust the film of inexactness that often plague a city girl’s reasoning. Precious bellows of wind resonate through a canyon and her fine branches of Palo Verde and …
Ready or not, death can come when we don’t expect it. (I could not sing because it touched my heart too heavy. Sound pierced a balloon of tears. For loss. …
In no particular order they would be: My child is beautiful and sometimes she looks like Jack Nicholson in The Shining in photographs that I take, and this entertains me …
We are a circlequietly surrounding life,her unknown,her precious impermanence. Sacred few with tentacles that reach beyond;those who have chosen to stay in which to feel a mystery saturated with subtlety, with power. …
Time is a concept, and still an experience. In my eagerness, a great many treasures found with time have gone without a true home.Without a refuge, there is no landing, nor …
Loving with the sky as our only witness through three panes of glass to the west, north and east.Befriending a return to what I give the name God through four …
I am learning how to cry alone better. Growing a capacity to be moved by life. Spirited cells, bones, limbs. Flight of soulful desperation. * Circular revelations as sound breaks …
A thirteenth moon rose and set. We communed more intimately a day later from a cemetery I knew as a child. Burial ground of those taken by wars I had …
Where could you be dearest one? How far have you gone. Home calls. Hearts call. * The dance of Tara is for you. Moving prayers all for you. Protection and …
Twig by twig No other way to labor Building a nest, a community, an ancestry * No other way to understand Truth of the cosmic realm As a love that …