Sounds of a Cello

You are music to me. From your breath the resonant sound of a musician’s heart awakens into murmurings of pleasure and possibility, or left behind… a song to celebrate the glory of a single life… As I listen closer to the tenor of your message, the moan of sorrow and...

Impetuous River Reveals

Earth, stone, water.  Grounded.  Giving birth to inspiration.  Yosemite.  Remembering… A miraculous place of wildernessfound on this one-of-a-kind day. For many years, like looking for my origin, I tried finding, again, this gathering of stone, water, and tree,...

We Are All Shooting Stars

We are all ‘shooting stars’ in the Cosmos of possibility A brief flashing from primal nothing to everything. I am still here dancing with the Universe, growing tomatoes, suffering the pleasures and adversity of aging, joyfully surrendering the folly and expectations...

Original Song

Where is it written and where have I heard the tale that, in the beginning, we are all given a song, forgotten as we tumble to earth- that thunderous journey, crossing safe border from womb to world to spend our days searching for how our own notes fit together....

Doomsday

A doomsday prophet proclaims the end of the world is coming, and I think yes, but not yet. Of course the evolution of earth’s lifetime will result in destruction, still – not yet.  I haven’t filled my dance card, kissed enough toads, or journeyed...