Falling

Falling

Falling is an inescapable factor in my life. Whenever I am in inner turmoil, fearful or exhausted, I fall. Mother Earth just calls me home. I fell at my children’s school one day after a big event that I coordinated. I remember a parent calmly saying, “No,...
On The Wind

On The Wind

Spring arrives seven days from today and the desert is preparing. Diablitos, as my father called them, are swirling their energy of wind containing cigarette butts, discarded winter woes, and desert dust. Occasionally a tumbleweed will hitch a ride. We are waiting for...
Potatoes, Anything

Potatoes, Anything

I started my week on Saturday and will be ending it on Sunday. It began with the thrashing of the broom, sponge, cleanser, and a prayer with sage smoke. Intensely studying Mandarin in high school and taking great risks with anxiety, my son suggested we offer our home...
Sandhills on My Horizon

Sandhills on My Horizon

Each spring and fall, sandhill cranes migrate over our home on the west slope of the Sierra.  Like so many of my friends and neighbors, I run outside to hear their calls and witness their grace.  So, imagine my delight on vacation here in Abbey  Country, when my...