Showing posts from 2008

A poem

Different Dreams Google me and you might find that I once sat behind a mahogany desk In a corner office with a view of the bay I decided things of importance, and thought myself so Awake. Ah, but wisdom found my hiding places haunting me with dreams of twisting buildings and tidal waves and earth shifting, opening wide the ground beneath my feet. Now, I spread straw in the orchard. I harvest snow peas and snap beans and sage, and create fragrant, savory soup from fresh kale. Squash and tomatoes fill my baskets in summer I am as morning mist descends from our mountain and white pelicans ride gossamer threads above our waters I make clay pots, and pray amidst dancing trees, listening deeply called to heal the land from a wildness within me that doesn't decide anything yet knows what it means to be in this place, enchanted and magical, loving. At night, I dream different dreams.

A love story

I was reminded today of how very much I love this place and the people who live here. This montage of photos is offered as a gift: in deep gratitude for what we have. The photographs were taken at or within a few miles of my home here in Upper Lake.


I do not remember last spring. Or summer or autumn for that matter. It has been a very long winter --seems like a very long one indeed. But we live in a Universe of renewal, and spring does eventually come, doesn't it? I wrote this poem after a weekend of beauty here. And I, overcome by it. Springtime VIolets and jonquils celebrate sunlight, together. Mint and Marjoram, your new leaves sing aloud! Quail so quick and fleeting… Did you remember her promise? (She said you would come!) a glimpse, unexpected, brought tears. Song of Joy, I thought you would not find me! Gratitude, You remembered My fragile heart. Springtime, Thank you for being here, Thank you, Thank you For being.