We are more alike, my friends, than we are unalike. Sunday, March 11, 2018. A kind and steady gaze,. An easy smile without pretense. Without challenge, without malice,. Speaks peace backed with resolve. And acceptance of who and. How you choose to be in the world,. And asks only the same in kind. Fayetteville and the Poetry Museum. On Friday, Marsha and I loaded up and headed back to Fayetteville to sing with the Songstress women. What a good time! As we were driving ou.

A taste of home, a journal of metaphor and muse, flavored with watercolor, wandering and wit. When dawn spreads its paintbrush on the plain, spilling purple. Dawn on the mythic Santa Fe Trail, New Mexico, looking toward Raton from Cimarron. Wednesday, March 21, 2018.

Saturday, April 11, 2009. Thanks to my sis in law for letting me know it was wrong. A Day of Spring Foraging.

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Sorry for not updating in a while, things have been crazy around here. Ate most of my garden. Started swimming through the septic pond. My peach tree has given u.

Exploring embodied spirituality in the modern world. Now that we have the cities, which suck so much power from the earth in order to provide the abundance of the eternal feast and the fuel for the pretty lights, what do we do next? The warrior power of action in the world, the greatness of the ancestors, the deep currents of emotions and feelings within, everything everywhere, even in the folds of all the other dimensions within which we walk and talk and live and love and accept.