currently

1.8.17

2:30am

the wind is full, but soft

like a parka sleeve smooshed up against the car window.

1.17

“good morning”, he said.

beneath his nose glistened like ice

in the cold sunshine.

shoveling layers

of glitter and crust.

this is how it must feel

to go for a hike through opal.

constant shimmering

movement, sunshine for fuel.

fuel | energy | consumption

_

As I sit near the butterflies, I see dry flakes flutter to the ground.  Sol investigates each one.  A wet nose and the assurance that they all smell the same.  Others drip; those are different.

2.1

seeking help and guidance

a coyote 4 trees ahead

full tail, like a fox

wild Lila

sandstone coat

light tan and grey

full face, wolf-like

running south like the elk.

slower breathing, medicine

I need to pray but don’t know how

tell me what to do

because I want to go home

trickster

spirit

7.

2.8

last night

this morning

circles of light dancing on the beams above me.

wind

so much wind!

I watch a hawk

fly with it.

2.12

wax carving class at Boulder Metalsmithing Association

this is what I wanna dooooooo!

I flow when

I feel a connection

to a person

to a place

to a practice.

I flow in nature,

while creating

for fun

and sometimes

I don’t.

stopped short,

swept away

with the wind

and banter.

12.3

Cold weather's comin' in! A soft blanket of glittering snow's got the mountains like a winter-wonderland. But as we string our lights and sip warm brews, I can't help but think about the water protectors being attacked by water cannons in sub-zero temps at Standing Rock.  

2.15

((source))

I saw writing

pictures

yellow

filled in by hand

a (page) full

fur back-lit by the sunshine

a black cloud

of smoke

dissipating

re-appearing

dissolving.

2.17.17

2.21

talking

on the inside.

from the soul

through the hands

not alone

it all appears so clear

an offering

a prayer

a talisman.

2.22

I’m outside and it’s rather chilly but inside just didn’t feel right.  I thought I’d try a coffee shop, early to my acupuncture appointment. not enough time (time!) to drive to Boulder and back.  A sewing machine, some sunshine, new tools. 1971

tools!

tools are so important.

I wanted to do it all with my hands.  I wanted to feel it all. 

veils thrown over

no more bandaids

take me to the roots

rainbow and covered in light

home.

sunshine on my back

I understand the cave

a balance of day and night

what you seek

resides in the

MIDDLE.

COFFEE SHOP

a pup sits

in the driver’s seat

black ears

white nose

awaiting triangles.

one spot,

left

one barks,

right

.

warm

alive

artificially lit

a gathering space

close-knit voices

I like

crochet

.

2.23.17

I do not know if it was you or me who found this space, the woodland floor, the clearing. maybe it was her – though, I could not say, for certain. (that) nothing is everything.

2.24

snowing

mighty

fluffy

spacious

flakes

blanketing

the forest

in white

deafness over blindness ((plz))

silence.

2.25

glimpses of a

herd through glass

warm + fuzzy feelings

sweepable snow + the snowball trees

as the drum’s beat quickened, I pulled myself out and started.

running along

a trail because

the clearing

also appeared

too close

and easy

to get to.

2.26

experimenting with mediums and medicines

(to get a good fit.)

_

a container, life force

re-create | persevere | dig

3.3

food restrictions

bite

I just want popcorn,

chocolate

beer

icecream

coffee

sugar cane!

mushies!

cereal

can you vape other plants?

something good for you

lavender?

rose hips

syrup

mmmm

I’d like to

MAKE THAT

3.4

the house smells like campfire smoke,

from the earthen basement

wafts the unmistakable scent

of mushrooms.

the wind carries a touch of

almond extract,

typically vanilla.

branching out

into the sunshine,

the clouds dissipate,

giving way to

vibrant BLUE.

3/9

smokable herbs!

MULLEIN | WHITE SAGE | LOBELIA | PEPPERMINT

like smoke

a cosmic snake

grow. shed. release.

the clouds are so rainbowy

around the sun

3.11

the snake

he moves like the water,

flowing through cavernous tunnels.

he has no arms

he hunts

and digests in his

own way

bitten with magic,

shed

+ hug

what’s in your heart.

3.17

can we pick and choose what to remember and what to forget?

and when we forget are they gone for good,

or trapped in another realm

to pick back up again?

3.18

the STARS flicker

swim, and float to the surface

4.1

It’s opened up again.

This soft light is beautiful.

Not necessarily warm

but soft

gentle | bright | calming | dreamy | ethereal

“I think a love seat would open it up more”

woke up happy and laughing

I just found

the blueprints

full circle

to where I’m

supposed to be.

4/3/17

what was your means of expressing yourself?

did you feel at home here? did you feel

spirit’s soft ecstasy, that shiver

when you danced?

were you also

restless?

I’m not sure about past lives, but

I’d like to know you,

about where you come from

and if you know

the old ways. 

4.6.17

I want to curl up inside your

heart,

like a chipmunk.

moss and grass

knitted fibers

a rope to climb.

release

what I have stored

inside.

a coloRADo winter

~~ a coloRADo winter ~~

a river of gold

Autumn has always been my favorite season with its crisp air, and it seemed to come to the Rockies at the same time as New England last year.  I felt so fortunate to have the opportunity to experience the oak and maple turning colors back east and then to come back west in time for the blood moon/eclipse aaand to witness the aspen turn to gold!  Leaves like 14k yellow gold coins hung among the dark pine forest.  A river of gold, riding above the treetops, held by copper mountains and silver clouds growing against a blue sky.

It was quiet.  We practically had the place to ourselves.  Driving through Ward, we made our way up into RMNP.  We picked up a map at the Beaver Meadows entrance, and followed the road past tall blonde grass with patches of bluish-green that swayed in the wind.  Given that there's really only a one-week span of prime foliage alchemy, or maybe because it was a Tuesday and school was back in session, we had so much room to roam and time to wander at our own pace.  The park takes on a different feeling in contrast to the busy summer.  We opted for a one-way rutted dirt road that was about to close for the season and snaked our way through some of the most magical alpine forest.  It had rained and the fragrant soil and dead leaves were most welcome.  There was a waterfall that we followed, too.  It dropped a few times at the bottom and a few from the top.  I brought a single roll of film, and we kept our eyes and ears peeled for bugling elk as the sun began to set.  As the clouds rolled through the mountains, we came upon a bull and his harem grazing on a hillside.  I can only liken the sound to the whirling of one of those long hollow tube toys as a kid.  That and dinosaurs.  What magic!