Life in the Stars • Hallway Contemplation • When a Feather Floats In • I See You
Chickadee and Sparrow
Sweet life seekers— Hummingbird, Bee and Monarch.
I’m here to say
See that cloudscape, look up.
Smell that rose, lean in.
Feel the chill, the warming Sun.
Hear the crickets and early-rising Robin,
Notice the moss and lichen along the fence line.
Be a Refuge.
The Trees Sing the Song of Release • Heart of Gold • Cozy Repose • Exposing Small Suns of Their Heart • Autumn Nest • Beauty Aligned
The sun is hovering against the southern edge of the sky. All around are signs of waning life. Barren tree limbs expose abandoned summer nests and the garden, now harvested, has put herself to bed. Crows and ravens have clustered into murders and conspiracies, while tuxedoed magpies offer a collective of fall tidings. Along the skeleton limbs, winged seeds are holding on while autumn's golden leaves have scattered across my morning walk. I come upon a scattering of fallen Goldenrain. They strike me as long-stemmed matches that have lost their warming flame. I sense the pull of winter, the slowing down, the shorter days. The cooling sky, the empty nests, the fading out and releasing. As November touches the hem of death, I savor what remains.
Upon an Offering • Brownie Mug • No Two Are Alike • Handmade Prayer • November Light
Driving up the canyon, an enormous roll cloud stretches across the sky. Its silky smooth meringue rests upon a shadowed underbelly. Though it shields the skylight from everything below, its presence elevates rather than looming heavy and dark. Expanding peak to peak, it offers itself as a transient sky bridge. An invitation to the ancestors traveling between invisible worlds.
Cascade of Wings • Before the River Flows • Transitioning • Art Projected • Smelling the Roses • The Witching Hour • Winged Messengers, Deep Dive into Mystery
Lifelines rooting out from heart center.
Heart lines dispersing into velvety layers.
Mapping each pulse, a landscape of time.
Edges furl inward along puckered skin,
tender but strong, age wearing thin.
There is sacred vulnerability in the gradual fading,
depth and reverence in the slow decay.
Praise to these wise and spacious heart lines.
See the grief and gratitude in these lines of time.
So much beauty, this delicate life.
Autumnal Blaze • Natural Compliments • Connection and Chai • An Array of Edible Offerings • To the Spectrum of all Life • Upon a Russet Path • Cornucopia of Sunflowers
Walking along an urban sidewalk, a single leaf catches my eye. The summer green seems out of place with autumn's release of russet and gold. I take a few more steps, just past the leaf and then double back for a closer look. What appeared as a leaf is a katydid slowly making its way towards a strip of lawn. I wonder why she is meandering the sidewalk, why not a less conspicuous path? And I wonder why she is wearing her brightest green when the world around her is browning out?
The introvert in me would love to disguise herself, blend into the backdrop, become invisible to the human eye. I would wear iridescent wings and have chromatophoric skin that could quickly adjust to whatever environment I am in. And on days when I'm feeling less sensitive in my skin, I could wear my brightest green like the katydid.
A Stream of Watercress • There Are Signs Everywhere • Like Miniature Apples • Afternoon Breeze • Needlework • Field of the Finest Feathers • The Beauty of Release • Held and Seen
Good Morning, Frida • Behold Dad's Nasturtiums • A Forest in Process • Sun-lit • There's Something About a Kitty Tongue Sticking Out • Taking Flight • Oh, Goldenrod • Morning in the Meadow
Upon a cluster of silken threads, awaiting flight, delicate life.
Corner Lounge • Gather Warmth • Heart of Gold • Autumnal Gifts • Lunar Invitations
Raven showed up. I wasn't thinking about him. But as I cut scraps of handmade paper, his striking presence took form. "Why are you here?" I asked. He didn't say a word and yet, I understood. Amidst the darkening hours of autumn, he was a messenger of inner truth and light. He whispered an invitation to learn ancestral wisdom then asked for a marigold, plucked fresh from the yard. I tried to offer him several but he only needed one. "For remembering," he said. "For honoring grief. For healing and celebrating life". Then he carried the marigold off in his beak and left his message in my heart.
Announcing a new autumnal offering: Raven and Marigold. A card for remembering. A card for healing grief and honoring life. A card to hold messages of wisdom, protection, hope and light. Available HERE.
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I returned to the river today. I returned to the truest things meandering from the heart to the page. I returned to the natural light of heart-centered souls. I returned to spacious listening and voices finding their words. I returned to sacred invitations scribed in ink on walls. I returned to gracious women who hold space for it all.
During my teaching career, I was blessed to teach in a school that valued the natural world. We spent as much time as possible immersed in nature, encouraging young learners to experience what it means to be honorable stewards of the Earth. We planted gardens and researched ecosystems. We studied the relationship between land and animals, including the ways humans could sustain or alter environments. We explored the reciprocity between what the Earth gives and ways we can give back.
When the local curriculum changed and more emphasis was placed on core academics, I continued to build thematic learning around the natural world. It seemed essential to integrate math, literacy, social learning, and the arts into themes centered on natural environments. It was easy to approach teaching and learning in this way. Everything was connected. Everything is connected.
I remember the year that the local legislature mandated the recitation of the pledge of allegiance within each school and classroom. My school devoted time to discussing the history of the national pledge and the meaning behind the words— a pledge being a promise, allegiance meaning loyalty, devotion. We wanted kids to understand what they were pledging and to also understand their choice in participating. Organically, kids began writing their own pledges to honor the things they experienced as sacred and meaningful. Some kids wrote pledges to aspects of nature, like plant life and ocean life and specific animals. Some wrote pledges to being kind or friendship. All the pledges reflected the parts of life that resonated with young people.
There was a span of time when we recited multiple pledges each morning including the original and also one to Mother Earth. Since that time, organizations have emerged offering their own curriculum and pledges to the Earth. But I love that I was a part of a community of learners that supported children with generating their own pledges, their language of support for the things that mattered to them. I love that they understood that "liberty and justice for all" included all living beings, plants and animals, sky and land, oceans and rivers. I love that they understood the way all life touches life.
Since leaving that career, I have had the luxury of devoting my time and attention to the natural world. Every day I am blessed by the gifts of this Earth we call home. Every day I stand in awe of the way my life is touched by all life. Everything I create comes from this awareness and from moments when I have learned something from being in a relationship with the natural world.
With so much at risk in the current political climate, I felt called to offer something on behalf of the Earth that I love. I sat down to create something to reflect my devotion and what emerged was a visual expression of my Pledge to Mother Earth.
Like a tree, the hand is rooted in the supportive ground and rises up to offer refuge and support. The sun is a compass offering light and warmth in all directions. Quail offers community support while Dragonfly brings ancient wisdom. Backlit by the moon, she invites depth of awareness amidst dark times and inspires transformative change. Snail bridges land and sea. Her spiral shell is an invitation to live our lives in widening circles, growing out from our center and expanding our reach. Her slow pace a reminder to move mindfully and savor each moment. These intersections of life...each touched by the other.
Life Touches Life is my pledge to Mother Earth. It is my visual pledge to reciprocity— to defend, protect, care for and honor the gifts natural world. It is one way that I am spreading the message that I value the way Life Touches Life.
I have a limited edition series of signed and numbered giclee prints available in size 11 X 14 inches. You can find details about the prints and purchase one HERE.
Fading Foothills • Autumnal Wings • Natural Relief Print • Taking Flight
Begin a practice of harvesting daily gratitude. Feel the shift in your body as you drop into what is working in your life.
Welcome the chill in the air and delight in cozy layers.
Notice the the leaves transitioning. Notice the aspen golds, the maple reds, the copper oaks. Notice which ones are shaped like hearts.
Watch for Downy Woodpeckers exploring tree trunks for their winter home.
Savor the last of the summer harvest. Save some for preserves or pickling.
Notice the chestnut pods ripening. Watch for fallen pods, cracked open and exposing a smooth heart-embellished seed.
Begin an evening ritual of sipping warming, wellness teas.
Forage for signs of Fall. Sketch or capture them with your camera.
Gather the remaining sunflowers and offer them to the Earth.
Harvest some seeds from the wildflowers to save and plant again next Spring.
Notice the helicopter seeds forming on the maple trees. Notice how they fall.
Walk through a collection of fallen leaves. Enjoy the crunch and swish. Select a few to press and print.
Discover new recipes for hearty soups.
Bake something fragrant.
Enjoy the return of hot baths.
Prepare for emergencies by finally putting together that 72 hour kit.
Clear out out some clutter, a closet or some drawers. Donate what you no longer need.
Create a dream catcher from dried vines and found feathers. Add some turquoise for protection.
Embrace the opportunity to slow down, to reflect, to fall in love with autumn.
A delicate tea cup embellished with bluebirds holds the morning coffee, freshly brewed. A scant of organic farm fresh cream is carefully poured from a glass pint. The tiny ceramic spoon decorated with a cat face dips into the coffee and gently stirs, blending until the color of dark caramel. The first sip is savored, bitter and sweet, earthy and rich. A hint of fruit and chocolate.