Essentially Wild Magic

Waves like forgotten music ripple through me

Pink bubbles and being filled with golden light

Volcanic creation coupled with the gentlest touch 

Kneeling down in awe when glimpsing the first Pasque

The firs Iris

The first Monkshood

Your laughter fills the skies when naming constellations

Catching falling stars on your upturned face

Quickening as lightening slashes the sky

And thunder catches you up in an embrace.

The rushing river scoops you up in delight

Tossing you in the air and catching you, ever so gently,

To place you back on shore 

Where your dance joins with fairy circles and mountain lions

Soaring in exultation, touching down lightly

Your heart joins my heart becomes our heart.

In a perfect dance of union.

Quiet

angel wings whispering the silence of falling rain
i empty my old house to build a new one following the ancient wisdom of the ammonite as
thoughts of you brush the insides of my eyelidsIMG_0416

Reflections on Death

Through an invitation from Shiloh Sophia during the Imagine painting process, my painting turned, burnished into depth and color that touches fear with love and became a meditation that continues into this day, and this day, and this…

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molting archetype
feathers falling
phoenix burning
words burned, burnished into the canvas as each mark, each golden speck creates space for whatever next is rising
I do not know how to let my house burn with as much faith as the phoenix has

Though the image comes, constantly, onto the canvas so, I think, somewhere I must know
know that the willingness to let go of absolutely everything
to lose it all
is my stepping off the shore into the middle of the current that leaps and frolics – alive and radiant beyond the constructs of my mind – the grief is real, leaves stretch marks on the canvas and I remember your face, your touch, your voice, your invitation to live in freedom.
I am already there
yet form takes over and straddles the night sky
beckoning me to dance with abandon
each star a mark in the sky teaching me to bend down low
to reach up high
and listen, listen. listen.
the night sky is breathing me, the night sky breathes me
and death already knows me intimately.

Questions and a Prayer

Many questions percolate through my days…
what serves?  What doesn’t? What is important and how do I want to live inside of that rather than outside of it? How do I continue to reveal my own voice in world? In love? In my own life? And can I do anything else? How do I take care of those I love and include myself in the conversation? How do I love?  How do I keep my heart open when many times I simply want to curl up and turn my face away from the world?  And sometimes the question is as simply as a prayer – may I please feel love tonight as I fall asleep and may all beings be well.IMG_0340

The Portal Has Opened

The portal has opened and I am stepping through – setting myself on a walk-about for this coming year that will be an initiation into this next part of my life.  For the last sixteen years I have been part of initiating young men and women into the field of adulthood.  Through global travels and internships, movement intensives and retreats in the heart of Sonoma County, students of LEAPYEAR understand that experiences become the portals through which body, mind and soul are initiated.  It is now time for me to do a similar journey, only as an elder learning how to create, again, a life that beckons me forward.  And so I am emptying my calendar of all but that which I am already engaged in.  This is challenging, to empty long enough so that which pulls me forward is a true expression of my passion, my aliveness, my offerings to the beloved…today.

This runs counter to my habit of filling, of racing ahead as thousands of ideas tumble about in my mind clamoring to be expressed. now. My muse whispers, “wait. wait. wait.  It is time for rest, for space, for deep listening and for a gestation period that will birth the new form.”  I listen.

For those who look forward to my movement intensives and workshops, they will be back in a more integrated way when what is being ushered in, what is being soul initiated has emerged far enough to be of service with love at the very center of all.   As my work develops, this site will develop with me, keeping pace with my work that is emerging.  I hear whispers of it and the promise that whatever I do will be the connective tissue for healing the rifts, the tears in the fabric of of our lives, bringing new eyes forward to see and create with.

Look forward to future pages that will host a gallery of my quilts and paintings and the opportunity to order cookies when next your muse has a hunger!

Stay tuned.  Stay engaged.  Love this life we have and travel well in your own journey.