Even in the Darkest Hours

Something crashes. The trash can outside? The rain barrel? What is that? In the dark (what hour is it?) I hop up from bed and run to the backdoor, my dogs growling and scrambling around my feet. I flip on the porch light to see that some boxes I had sitting on top of the …

Continue reading Even in the Darkest Hours

The Second!

Greetings and happy completed rotation around the sun! As we start the next lap of this bizarre, aging, linear (but also cyclical?) journey called life, I'd like to take a moment to say how deeply grateful I am to still be on this wild ride even if there have been scary, upside-down loops, the kind …

Continue reading The Second!

“A Place For Us All Here”

They ain’t lying when they say it’s always darkest before dawn because it’s about a quarter of 6AM and the surrounding darkness is almost suffocating. I’m on a winding, two-lane highway which slowly and repetitively climbs up then dips down between heavy pines with dangling, skeletal fingers. Signs tell me that I’m fixing to cross …

Continue reading “A Place For Us All Here”

Wander

Twisted, tangled trails With sprawling vines and Dangling branches like Curious fingertips flickering In the shifting winds We wander---we all wander. One step atop another, Our foot, paw, claw, and Hoof prints melded along Muddled puddled paths We wander---we all wander. Purple weeds and fungus Steps swirling tree trunks That tower indimidatingly And must sway …

Continue reading Wander

Talk to Them

They say that talking to Plants helps them grow, That the exchange of Voice (regardless of tone) Encourages broader bloom. I believe the same works With each other: That Brighter, bigger, more beautiful Growth rides the waves Of our thoughtful voices. Talk to them. Talk to them all. Build base for understanding: For learning, for …

Continue reading Talk to Them

Gratitude

It's been just over a week since we said our last goodbye to our brave boy, Tink. We are all still reeling over the sudden loss of him and for days, I've been struggling to find some kind of peace between the choppy waves of mourning. What is there is gratitude: gratitude for our time …

Continue reading Gratitude

Houston, My Heart

I’ve just opened up my laptop for the first time in a week. I click on the open document I left unfinished from last Thursday: a drafted blog post telling a story about how I’d managed to lose a chunk of my left pinky finger while attempting to fix the mower on the same day …

Continue reading Houston, My Heart

Worlds in Worlds in Worlds

In addition to doing my part to rescue donkeys, I am also a yoga instructor. In fact, several years ago, I quit my cush job in oil and gas to chase a dream of teaching yoga full-time. So far, it’s worked out, although I often wonder if the corporate Grim-Reaper will come knocking one day …

Continue reading Worlds in Worlds in Worlds

The Day of the King (Ranch)

There’s a place in the world Where fairies exist. They perch on yellow petals Watching pollen float delicately Around them like floating, golden halos. There’s a place in the world Where magnets are stronger. Pebbles and rocks roll together into Flower-like shapes and brilliant, infinite stars With a million, trillion points in a million, trillion …

Continue reading The Day of the King (Ranch)