Blog: March 2012

Just before spring The rains have begun in earnest and the soaked earth is offering up succulent new green things daily. Today, it’s sorrel, rosemary, mint irises and daffodils. The fecund earth is like an age defying Dakini, generous, brimming with life force, and boundless creative energy. By contrast, I have withdrawn into a small, critical place where I am sustaining myself on a thin soup...
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Blog: June 2011

When the hummingbird sinks its face into the trumpet vine and the funnels of the blossoms, and the tongue leaps out and throbs, I am scorched to realize once again how many small, available things are in the world that aren’t pieces of gold or power– that nobody owns or could buy even for a hillside of money– that just float about the world, or drift over the fields, or into the...
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