Sacrifice in the Bluetspastel on board16 x 20″ Snakes were long ago considered to embody the energy of the Goddess, specifically life-fore energy, and were revered by the ancient Goddess-worshipping…

The wood thrushes have returned, embroidering the morning soundscape with their wavering flutesong and soft rattles. Dusk is a concert of frog song. Breezes whisper through the velvet of new…

There are patterns everywhere the trillium says to me, and I lean in closer, not entirely astonished by the connection, but still, I wonder, is it real? I decide to hedge…

I wasn’t looking for wildflowers. Much less listening for them. No, I was careening through the forest on my mountain bike.  I was in my early twenties, and I loved…

The hawk sailed over the tangled crown of the oaks, then turned in a wide arc so that his underbelly caught the gold of the afternoon light and spilled it…