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Basically we are fellow vegetables floating in hot water, praying to be consumed finally
letting the love in. These paintings are best viewed with your heart open to how loved you are
by the big something that loves you fully, dear carrot, onion or pepper.
I love you
Walking around the pond The windy ripples on the water Inform me Reconnecting my breath and bone Returning to Self I sometimes say- I love you Sally. Today as I rounded the bend A group of geese launched off the shore And in their midst were Five tiny goslings- their fist swim. “Swim said the…
Seeds
Bending low – I plant spinach seed while The birds flutter at the feeder Swaying the seed, spring-drunk ( aren’t we all?) But what about the cosmic-seed planted In our collective wombs, That bright seed of love That we are duty bound to cherish And protect. That’s the seed we want to acknowledge Parent and…
Irrevocable Trust
The elder estate lawyer who heard me out Suggested an “irrevocable trust” And in the long ensuing conversation With my “spouse” We have gotten to our core function/ dysfunction Trust….. Trust is a non- egoic principle A spacious walk in the park No clutching or holding back Just a big open smiling heart That says…
My Inner Rabbit
The moon lite the room- then dawn On this Easter Morning, I feel my inner rabbit…. She who hops in the places of the in- between. A shaman with a basket of eggs… “No need to hold back from your personal glory” She says to the bunny “This world is the stuff of dreams.” So…
Hello Flowers
Honey is the better bet and I promise to deliver But there is a difficulty in paradise …. We love our absolutes- our particular concept of God And the myriad other beliefs we cling to- Giving full authority to our questionable minds. “We are so sure we are right” Not seeing that our thoughts are…
Art Animacy
“Let the images speak for themselves”, she suggested And for some reason these words opened my heart and – I sobbed At the recognition of my profound friendship With the animacy of my art- the living being Called Painting Jumping realms to be with me- Painting has Advanced my weary soul, sipping the living water…
International Women’s Day
“Be Yourself” says the unicorn on her shirt Nudging us forward with her spiraled horn- The magical kingdom – the one hidden in plain site The honeyed land- the feminine journey. The integrity of Self. Our potent, magically, insightful, delightful Creative, knowledgeable, wise, dynamic Intuitive, artistic, earth-bound human like trees Faithful ( to ourselves first)…
Thou
Emptying is occurring naturally The no self has appeared as I prepare for battle I have something to say and words have left me, Thank goodness.. in this moment of Asking for more- related energy Perhaps I will just nod Or hum of our connection, our history, our bond. Changes in the field are often…
Dragon Stick
The wizard asked the dragon to spread her wisdom In places of entrenched misery and war Places of ” power over “instead of “power with”. The old mythology has stubborn roots but will not prevail Each of us have to believe in our personal light The importance of it- that we matter in ways we…
Drawing as Insight
In this right brain drawing exercise- Choose an object to draw I chose a cup….really staring at it In a Contour Line Drawing way- The eye moving slowly as does the hand And at the same time Bring to my mind- a personal problem And see what is revealed by the Right Brain. ““““““““““““““““““““““““““““““ My…
Spirit Sticks
The birds chase each other In a dance of feathers and seed Faithfully-refilled daily, so it’s full. Such abundance- content on their perch Nibbling the moment… ““““““““““““““““` Abundance is harder for us to claim The dense layer of ” not enough”- A successful societal hypnosis In this land of plenty That keeps us driven for…
Winging It….
Some days just start out wrong And you can just never get them back on track, Descending barometer sleigh ride down hill. John and I have an ancient fight Which will never get any purchase…. It just makes claw marks in the sand. Most likely Unresolvable issues with our deceased fathers. Jay says of Dad…
Ashes
Priscilla’s house is staged to sell It looks picture perfect Many of my paintings are hung To good effect- Priscilla and I always were a good match. But when I turned to notice The tall pot with a lid that she’s made The one I stuffed the bag of her ashes into I had to…
Shadow’s Heart
My niece asked me at the birthday party- about Me not drinking- wondering about it? I said – “It’s not a good fit” I use it to cope emotionally With what’s difficult or hard – like Navigating a social situation Which is especially hard on Projectors ( my Human Design type) We passionately want to be…
Ribald Tale
She nudged me with her snout Snot on my knee, wet reside of her insistence I didn’t encourage her But sitting had given her access An intimacy we don’t usually have. I got a little worried as she voiced her enthusiasm I love her too But she was going past words now Leaning aggressively Her desire…
Sideways…
Dustin has Haven every other day He’s came over to borrow birthday Candles And John said “How do you borrow birthday candles?” He also needed a pan To make Haven’s mother a cake. “““““““““““““““““““` Life is a series of vignettes. Today I resigned from Taiko Drumming The perfect balance of subtle support is gone. The Sensei went…
Content
Quiet grey day Pensive inner quiet- Resting in “what is”- content. “““““““““““““““““““““ I’ve been running such a horse race Trying to out run my grief and it’s been Helpful to have continued sorting to do. Priscilla’s papers and keepsakes….. Sitting on the floor with Michele Saying I’ll give that to Cathy- or you hold on…
My New Hair Cut
We can help each other maintain ease- When the wait is long and we might be a afraid…there is this Delightful image of “Calculated Waiting” And these words- so helpful …. “Quit worrying, relax and try to be happy For the divination is one of good fortune, In spite of how things might seem.” “A…
Not for Sale
I have become a master painter Tens of thousands of brushstrokes All done under the yoke of “not good enough” The judgement of the world had snuck in- The dollars and cents value of things Rotting the core of “my tree” “My unconditional friendliness towards myself” “““““““““““““““““““““““““““““““““““ Having awakened to this form of my conditioning-…
tea party
I prepared the finest delicacies for my friends, Royalty all – such qualities, as dedication, generosity, and attention to detail. As we prepare to sell Priscilla’s house come February, a little weary of it all…. It was time for tea- one lump of sugar of two? Our shared loss, so much better with friends, wondering……
Entitlement
I am entitled to my breath To my well being and while Laying in my warm bed I thought of the rufugee Who has to decide between a blanket and food And I felt the pressure of this impossible situation. There is a gravity to our days Earthlings feel the pain of those in need It’s…
Having been Brainwashed since Birth
“Once we have removed the false programs and let go of the false emotions connected with them We experience a wonderful feeling of being in harmony with ourselves and with the Cosmic whole”( The I Ching) This is a brave undertaking but absolutely necessary This is freedom from my own conditioning – From the “not me”…
Spirit animals-abound
Some of our old ones Live so close to the great barrier reef That place inside each of us Where the rubber meets the road. My older sister Jan is like this Her energy is limited, So to intrude on it is always a question. But to hear her voice is a luxury I require From…
Jumble – Jingle
It’s the Holidays and oh Boy, I am a jumble Bumble- I walk into the grocery and can hardly function, Where the tyranny of tempting goodies, abound. And then there are all the things I can make Or send-I love to mail gifts and cards….but Drunk on giving I stagger and fall. Face first- onto the wet…
Can I have this Dance?
In any moment of polarity Having succumbed to emotion- it’s addictive Shouting” But this is my fundamental truth” Ready to fight- how silly we are. Don’t take offense. But loaded up on drugs ( strong emotion) While tempting Does not show restraint Or the ability to find empathy- And humanity is suffering. ““““““““““““ Can I…
Beaver Sticks- like Bones
Cold hands, cold water- Eaten clean the beaver sticks rest in motion Leading the eye up river As I walk over the bridge… I see art. It’s winter as we contemplate Our co- existence with the beaver. The one who took down the 60 ft cottonwood. Her winter silage now intact. The beaver crewed-wood chips…
Strut your Stuff
I sat with Priscilla’s friend In the late Sunday shadows, I didn’t know her well but We discovered to our horror That we share a weird, yet persistent conformity… Embracing the 1950’s model of what it means to be a wife- Basically to cheer “him” endlessly Even when your best friend has died Leaving you…
Priscilla’s Quan Lin
I thought “What shall write about This day before Thanksgiving…and I thought “Choose Peace” And to the second- an eagle flew to my closest tree Her white head lite by morning light Looking out over the river and the field One with it all and I joined her there. “““““““““““““““““““““““` Spirit agrees- peace it is…
Ask Baba Yaga
And she says to me in a low rumble “All my living I have been an old woman In the woods alone I do what I like: I muddy & sweep my hut Carry myself into the sky& Listen to what it says, I gather mushrooms Terrorize foxes & men With my friendly claws &gait,…
Cooking Pumpkin
The water boils, cooking squash Bank’s dinner-staple- orange and yummy. And I get to cook it. Something homey to do on a Monday. Warm and friendly pumpkin in the pot. I sit…. wandering and wondering …how Can we find neutrality with our enemies (Neutrality….not helping either side- impartiality) Usually lost in perception- and interpretation we…
Consumed
Tomorrow we commit your body to the fire Where it now must go We are mortal Our bones have other commitments Cremation is our final act Seeing you released from form A body you no longer wear Free to be the star that fell just before dawn The odd balance of weight and wonder. “““““““““““““““““““““““““““““““`…
Drum
The drum speaks of allowing yourself To be supported by Mother Earth’s heartbeat. That is to say, your mind May be outdistancing what your body can handle, If this applies, You are missing a beat Slow down and rediscover The heartbeat of your true Mother. Rhythm is key and Each of us has a personal…
pinch pots
It’s quiet at Priscilla’s She’s not there – having died 10 days ago But it’s been easy to find her- she’s with me right now Fast ( and loose)- pals – We’d been practicing these moves all year With her questionable treatment- keeping us on our toes or flat out ( but she never complained)…
Dia de los Muertos
Dia de los Muertos- I want to sing to you Strumming on a small guitar About our love so true Even the grave has no hold. Sugar skulls and crepe paper decor A rose in my hair- in our hair I am the one left on this side I will wear the rose for us…
I Am She
My mother and I wear blue robes- cozy in winter. I remember watching her feel her way- holding onto the bed Smiling as she cornered her way around it- so old – so happy. I am she. Old now myself… Cornering my way back in the darkened room- Where one leaves off the other begins.…
Banks Looks Back
There is snow in the high country Banks and I wandered off trail as is our new habit, To have the place to ourselves No fellow hikers. My inner being stretches and breaths I’ve been holding my breath for days My friend is ill and I am in “resist mode” But as I lay on…
Forest Bathing Angel
Our old neighbor (who now lives on the big Island and wants us to visit ( would we?) Sat under the thinned and pruned locust trees Forest bathing as directed by John. That far field belongs to the fairies Thorny trees and the towering hemlock. But be careful, You might be put to sleep for…
The World
I haven’t been at my best Picking fights and taking no prisoners I didn’t know what had me- What Demon? Turns out it’s ” My Place in the World ( demon)” Something I usually steer away from But I’ve invited the world in- hosting An Open Studio in October. Me – my right to be…
Cutest
I took my germ ridden body- up hill Banks and I enjoy an outing in nature So off we went early, coffee in hand Right before the big show shuts down It’s the color of happiness in the high country Driving with care to dodge the squirrels- Busy creatures this time of year And in…
I bombed
On a center stage of my own creating I didn’t turn my entire self over to my “message” I was still in the room- Still self aware and eee gods- it was bad. If I’m going to be speaking in tongues Then I have to let go and enter into That subliminal space of truth…
Boletus for Dinner
This is a shout out to Terry Bell Eighth generation on the same land Down East Maine, We once did a two week traverse of Yellowstone And it was always we two bringing up the rear. Having shorter legs then those giants ahead- our porky- pig legs did get us up the ravine and over…
Banks turns Back
As I was going out the door John said “Go off trail” and Banks and I did just that We forded the stream- our feet wet Discovering the lake behind the known lake Eating our food and having a sip of water We moved on Banks bouncing across the bog Feet black like a fox…
Beowulf
This is Jean Pierre’s puffer fish- Pedro He’s very friendly – comes over, with a wiggle of joy. Each of us are so completely precious. And my friend, Charlie, who battles on under – water She is relentless, a mythic fighter, decades long Giving and receiving all that life offers up I think of her…
“and my soul will never die”
On this hot afternoon I made peach jam Not sure if it will set – Pot bubbling beneath my spoon I am an old woman. And come winter, my jam , your cure You will know I am a healer. Now- I jump into the river Swimming across the current- laughing (And as I write…
The Vine and Me
Wild in it’s reaching tendrils Climbing on multiple strings. Higher than the roof it floats Reaching for the moon Ignorant of the distance I too want to be unrealistic And inspired.
Mushroom Metaphor
At the end of the day- weary from my efforts Banks and I headed down the road where- I ran into Hannah, an artist women friend and We spoke of the heaviness we feel Our global warming worries multiplying The weight of it in our bones and that Transmuting the grief is now a full…
Off Trail- a love story
Tried of myself, my opinions and concerns I asked John if he wanted to go to Brainard Lake? The high country is a cure- And walking with John is a luxury- He doesn’t much like trails- so off we go Trapsing through the woods Wintergreen under foot, decaying logs, Lichened branches to dodge So comfortable…
Old friends
Carl and I were in the same class at Miami of Ohio Several of us met up at a memorial- Of a guy I only knew in our youth…. So fifty years ago- my summer theme. Time traveling is weird- we are forever young But who are these old people walking around? Am I dreaming-…
Sarah’s Invitation
In the middle of the night-awake My brain on overdrive (turns out it’s really important to acknowledge one’s feelings) In order to get a good night sleep. But when I allowed the upset feelings to emerge…. (A fear of the future….but a little more involved then that) I was so much more relaxed- and as…
Wet Soap
Anything you touch is a romance move and If I give you a piece of paper Your mark on it will be just right You will know where to start Bending or straight It’s your mark …….. a revolutionary move You’ve trusted your own hand Watch out world- we have live one.
Human Design
Hello dear readers Human Design Rocks( check it out) I love this little drawing It’s my body graph with a skirt My mother has the same four centers Self, throat, third eye and crown. I miss my mom Especially this week.
Chloe
Her last day The vet came to put an end to the cancer In her leg and lungs But Chloe made the most of it Splashing in the river she loves Following Lucien as he pulls in the sparkling fish She seems to know And chose a place by the big cottonwood, At the edge…
Anne’s Box
When I was 10, my older sister made a collaged box Her chosen photos- revealing her values, Photos like this Rabi cutting bread or An artist wearing a paper mask with glasses…. A young woman teacher- smiling Her black students hands in the air. ““““““““““““““““““““““““““““ My mother valued this collaged box As high art even…
Gear Nostalgia
River Teva’s worn through Trips down the Grand Canyon and the Yampa. It’s strap broke on a hike with my 18 year old grandson Rowing his own boat down the Yampa. Fifty years since my first river trip When John was my new man And I was first filled with the wonder of the West.…
More on White Dog
We neighbor ladies were chatting… Sitting by the river, Watching the handsome boatman paddle by When the mom of the two year old Wandered up, Haven on her hip And told us the inside story, a preamble About the Big White Dog death. She said that she’d noticed the week before That he was not…
Indian Guides
In the father and son activity, Known as Indian Guides ( this is the 50’s) John and his dad would head down to the basement To drum in a circle, The fathers altered, suit coats gone… ( this was probably their wife’s idea) Shirts off- feathered headbands On each lad’s fair head. Such a sweet…
White Dog
Yesterday our neighbors large white dog, I dog I always said hello to- a kind dog- Died from a rattlesnake bite. Protecting her people Or Haven, the two year old Who lives in a tiny home with his mom On the same property. Or, me…..who walks the road. “““““““““““““““““““ Is death just our fate- One…
Gaining Consciousness
Can I see my part in the story? Can I name the grubby little worm Taking a bite out of someone ( that I love). Judgment is not invisible The other person can feel it…. But more importantly- I’m no longer free. When I cast the stone Then I am buried by stone. The universe…
The Fight with the Father, in Her Many Forms
I fought with my father Even though he was pretty cosmic He thought it best to limit me ( they all did- the culture of the 50’s) Enter Here Into the jaws of the heart I married a man Whose father died before he could fight with him And lots of stirred up and unresolved…
Shared Field- Nothing Finer
Aren’t we beautiful? This is us- human beings – Being So very beautiful and this week I had an inner experience of this shared field… The field that is always present But is not always felt. “““““““““““““ A new friend came over and wondered where John was And I told her that he was at…
Love Song for a Non-Conformist
https://www.podbean.com/media/share/pb-bwcqy-140985c Eulogy for Ann Ripley.
Beltane Pig
Sniff the air ….and Maybe there is a treat nearby…. Left behind from yesterday’s compost pail. Delighting in her own totemic being, She is a representative of the goddess Bringing forth her Earth-body From the spinning void. Bestowing fertility on field and womb. Nurturing the arts and Protecting the home. And with a happy twist…
Mary Magdalene and her daughter
““““““““““““““` “The imaginal realm is real And through it you will never be separated From any one or anything You have ever loved For Love is the ground In which you live And move and have your being” I gave this painting To a friend for her birthday She has a young child and a…
Spring by Edna St Vincent Millay
I asked her What’s that April Poem by Edna St Vincent Millay That mom so loved? She, of course, knows the poem, quoting…. ““““““““““““““““““` “To what purpose, April, do you return again? Beauty is not enough” “““““““““““““ The poet’s desperate reveal, Threading me back into my family Mother, sister, me. Expressing exactly how I feel…
I’m Coming to Gobble You Up
There is a Troll under my bridge And me and my friends are the soft bodies Attempting to cross over. Trip Trap Trip Trap Trip Trap Quaking when I hear, “Who’s that tripping over my bridge?” As a child I was thrilled by the danger, Now the danger is too real. Two of my pals…
The Mighty Zora
“Babies need someone to feed them”, A surprise to John who is helping Zora With her breakfast this morning. And his honest admission Of not feeling a desire to do this simple thing But there he sits- tiny fork in hand. Zora is the third child of Molly and Tres. Tres who just turned 50,…
Until You’re dead- You’re Alive
If you want to live then you have to die. As Willow said with a laugh, It’s kind of immature to think you can avoid it…. “Talk about entitlement” ““““““““““““““““ Ann who died recently, Is the color yellow. A long line of daffodils going up over the hill. And the peace I feel Is yellow.
Seven Sisters
I am the seventh sister Stars in her heaven Shining around her Offering her a sponge sucker To wet her month since drinking from a cup Has lost it’s appeal. Dying is phenomenal An out of this world experience- literally As we sit beside her We are so completely present Attentive to each word, each…
Valuing Purpose
It’s been a full-on ride of late I won’t go into details But the wake- up call has gone- out Can you hear it? Now Now Now, like the beat of a heart Insisting on the best in me ( in we) Which is only possible If I can keep the worst in me Close…
Peanut Shells
The evening air blew cold – “Come on Spring- you can do it” I found Priscilla on her couch Covered by her comfy blanket Her day’s work done- I offered her salty peanuts in the shell They are so messy even on a good day. Priscilla doesn’t mind a mess…..in her kitchen Every bowl and…
Soul Retrieval
I’d been knocked off my axis The collective illness ( I dare not say it’s name) Has an evil streak And I’d gotten caught in it’s net “Separated from my joy” As noted by Charlene, my energy massage person As she held points, like at my elbow Realigning what was missing And in holding my…
Roadside Trash
I’d read that if you’d like to have closer contact with fairies Pick up the roadside trash. And in doing this small thing I’ve had a shift in my consciousness. Maybe it’s the fairies that are now whispering to me But I made more eye contact with people yesterday And rehung a sweater that had…
Sibling Rivalry
My little brother, Jay ( 70 yrs old) Just joined my blog today (Right after I told him not to.) Relationships are so precious and precarious Wrestling it out today….. We went to the mats…. This tug in my heart to say How important writing is to my life. He’s a writer too (So you…
The War of Art_ My Podcast-
Please listen to link below- Heart to Art! https://www.podbean.com/media/share/pb-i7ciw-13818f5
Two Kings
“The World is so full of a number of things I’m sure we should all be as happy as kings” Coming back from the land of illness I am so easily pleased, Jean Pierre and I scratched away the black ink Covering the bright colors below Working silently with our pointed tools Happy as two…
Quantum Valentine
I visited Russia just after the Berlin Wall came down. Kindred- kind people, not unlike my own. “there was strawberry jam on oatmeal and the art museums, The Hermitage and the little ladies with black arm bands telling me about the siege of St Petersburg.” So in a bold moment yesterday- I sent a Valentine…
Drink Water
No more boasting I have succumb to the common germ pool A lovely school of fish in our little cold bodies Cough Cough As I navigate the depths with others of my species. Willow wants to bring me soup. Food has little appeal But her friendly voice on the phone Is pure medicine. I had…
The Intimacy of a Kiss
I’ve been listening to music from the 60’s So -no wonder that I dreamed About kissing my high school boyfriend. And Ick – he was a frog! I knew in a second that he was not right for me! Reflecting this morning How much one has to sort through to find What matches us, What’s…
deer, squirrel and fox
The animals have let themselves be seen. Gentle deer in a line crossing the river Watching out for each other….. ( that is the kind of care I need.) Busy squirrel too… ready for change ( a reminder to plan ahead but not go nuts) And what of the macho fox prancing With his thick…
Telling the Hard Truth
In a minute or less I told him a hard truth. Truth telling doesn’t need embellishment It just needs to get out. It is not an attack It is just a big reveal….. Releasing of an energetic secret The kind that is a splinter in your paw. I’d been feeling off for a couple of…
Nothing in Moderation
My sister’s 81st birthday is today and she said, “I did nothing in moderation” This bold sister of mine, Many consequences. “Doing it her way” ( like a Frank Sinatra song) We boldly rescued my car Pulling it back on a rented car trailer Behind Finn’s Silverado With his great uncle, John, as co pilot.…
Come What May
My Mom and Me Sitting together in the sun with a stiff sea breeze. She made it to 98 With joy in her heart- not easy As I begin to get my toes wet with the reality of growing old. “““““““““““““““““““““““` Abandoning my frozen car, left on a mountain pass Too cold to start its…
Solstice
Best Beloveds The sun breaks upon the high edge of our valley Solstice alignment is upon us My not sleeping is getting to be a real thing My active brain spins like a top. There is so much information pounding in From the heavens…. We sensitive types tune in But without proper training The maps…
A New Friend
My new friend’s name is Cassandra “Isn’t that the name of a goddess” but as if inside an old joke…..she says “It means a woman of knowledge An oracle, that no one listens to.” She shuts her eyes before she speaks and I listen deeply to the things she shares. Thrilled like school girls she…
Whisperer
I called Julie Blackbird, To communicate with my Cat, Merlyn. And in the quiet calm of intuitive space she said- ” He’s stubborn” He has been peeing on the furniture That’s why I called her! She said to put chicory flower essence In his water and try giving him a second cat box. ““““““““““““““““““““““““““ She…
To hold you
A Poem from Rilke( Book of Hours) ““““““““““““““““““““““` She who reconciles the ill- matched threads of her life and weaves them gratefully into a single cloth- its she who drives the loudmouths from the hall and clears it for a different celebration ““““““““““““““““““““““` where the one guest is you In the softness of the evening…
Leaving Bread Crumbs
I opened an illustrated, Gospel of Mary Magdalene An illumined text for times of need…. (Created by me for my future self) And today- I am renewed by her wisdom! ““““““““““““““““““““““““““ “After saying this, The Blessed One greeted them saying: “Peace be with you- may my Peace arise and be fulfilled within you! Be vigilant…
Sleeping is for Losers
Like a spider I spend my nights Weaving the Web ( of the World) Somebody has to do it 😊 And when I told John that I’d been awake since 2 He said, “Sleeping is for Losers” John is the master of the flip! “““““““““““““““““““` We’d gone that day to a gathering For our bestie,…
Ha
light in the tunnel Tunnel of light where I saw my dad looking so fine. ““““““““““` I added another green box around a Thursday on the calander Marking the weekly fight Two champions- John King and Sally Picking up the pieces ( of my heart or is it only habit) I say” Let’s see if…
Outward Bound
Outward Bound was created To keep young men from drowning. During WWII, when their ships went down, Too many were drowning. This seems like pertinent information As we weather our own rough seas. So when you are tossed into the deep Take off your clothing- it’s weighing you down ( As in- Drop Your Baggage)…
Painting the Bridge
Karma yoga is being present in every moment Not rushing to the end But truly savoring the now. Maybe it’s because I am old But this kind of “paying attention” Is getting to be more natural. Resulting in a spruced up bridge One brush stroke at a time. And lucky me I have a massage…
owls and cows
I’m in a period of expansion I got my human design chart (for free on line) Declaring that I’m a Projector A Heretical Investigator With a Split Definition. They say, projectors shouldn’t marry….. ( ahhhh, more compassionate towards John) I’m the mean one! And that we projectors weld a knife… But that we mean well,…
ok- here’s the thing
We are here And then we are not here. But while we are here We hold the details of our lives really close. But when we depart These details are tossed to the wind. Scattered like our ashes. So what I’m thinking Is maybe We can play with the stuff of life more ( it’s…
Hiking
We hiked to Pawnee Pass A Shangri-La where no one ages. John and I The sure footed Sherpa’s Not slipping on loose gravel So many rocky switch backs- until The steep blue view of Isabelle Lake. Having entered a mythic land Of glacial placed stones ( are they still moving?) And tiny to the ground…
Bears
I can relate to the mother bear She’s had a big summer…. With two active cubs trying things out! And we’ve had Callan. And now Callan’s boyfriend A pollical science major….. I am worn out from the effort But completely pleased! As relentless teachers John and I have shared all that we could (Bless them…
Wyoming
In Wheatland Wyoming….. An older fella opening up his antique shop Told me that the horse on the license plates “Is a horse from right here in Wheatland !” ” A horse named Steamboat” “And how you couldn’t put a a saddle on him But bareback he’s go forever.” “““““““““““““““““““““““““ Wyoming and I don’t share…
Solo
I took a path over to the lake this morning soft grasses brushed my feet A somewhat hot cup of coffee in my hand No one was there The space is huge The void of which I am is visible Here Rocks of all sizes fill the beach I remember a watercolor of stones That…
Road TRIP
I took my wheels out for a long ride Drove solo to the Grand Tetons It’s a long way, nine hours or so. My wheels are rusty But I got to Colter Bay And set up my tent. A stiff breeze is blowing in off the lake as I sit at a picnic bench In…
her soup pot 