He was perched atop an acacia tree, still as a sentinel, guarding, surveying the savannah. I watched from the stone
Are you dreaming positive stories of the new earth to seed for the future? How is your resilience?
The coyote appeared half a block ahead of me. His brown pointy ears and quick stride gave him away. This was no lost neighbor’s dog racing across 36th Avenue bounding off down Franklin. This was one of our urban coyotes who takes cats and birds and left half a squirrel on my back patio last summer.
Earth is speaking to us and more and more people are awakening each day to her messages. The evidence of a whole new earth culture rising is visible in all the efforts towards sustainability and righting our relationship with nature.
Sometimes you try to keep things a secret but the Universe has other plans. Over the past few months, while working on a novel set in my birthplace of Jamaica and weaving in some ancestry stories, I created a character out of my imagination. This character was a woman who loved birds and had a room full of birds… (Read more by clicking on title)
All month the painting speaks to me, teaches me what it is to surrender. Surrender to what the body wants, needs, craves, demands. You cannot rush the body. Surrender… (Read more by clicking on title)
We need new positive stories to seed for the future. We are drowning in dystopian visions, both real and imagined these days.
For years it was my Plymouth Rock. The red rocks called out to me through the ethers. Come back, come back, they would say . . .
Perhaps it’s the similarity with the landscape of the land of my birth, Jamaica, that caused me to fall in
I call her Wild Woman, for those very words, wild and woman, create the fairy-tale knock at the door of