The Last Leaf
Today, as I observed the last leaf struggling to hold onto a twig in my yard, a story came to mind; one I read in childhood and never forgot… a […]
Today, as I observed the last leaf struggling to hold onto a twig in my yard, a story came to mind; one I read in childhood and never forgot… a […]
As a child of the sixties, I was among the cult followers of Tom Robbins’ first novel, published in 1971, called Another Roadside Attraction. In the novel, we follow
“Pedernal is my favorite mountain,” the famous painter, Georgia O’Keefe, once said. Robb Carter, Ghost Ranch guide “God told me if I painted it often enough, I could have it.” O’Keefe
ALL Land is Sacred. The Chama River These words on a bumper sticker in the parking lot of the Institute of American Indian Art in Santa Fe, New Mexico. I
I don’t know if it’s family tradition or something elemental that runs in our genes, but my two brothers and I communicate via email often entirely through the lyrics of
Fall sidewalk in Santa Fe Delicious autumn. My very soul is wedded to it. If I were a bird, I would fly about the earth, seeking the successive autumns. I
Octavia bit into the apple. Its core of ancient seeds peered out at her. We are here, they
Not the Ginsberg “howl” not the hootin’ and hollerin’ howl, but an eager craving rippin’ through spent leaves, howl awake and wild, soft nerves on fire. An
This is all there is. The path comes to an end among the parsley -alan watts IF I were to encapsulate the writings of Alan Watts, a teacher of
In love with the earth and sky There I was in 6th grade Science class, 12 years old, standing in the middle of the room, twirling a sling psychrometer above
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