14 days later.


    we had the discussion, one time, once upon a time. an exchange about love. i hope you feel so much tender space for your heart to feel exactly the way it needs to feel on any given moment. and any time you don't, please know this : you are love. and you are well loved.  you…

with me.


mister jones knows me well. i thought we had said our goodbyes, i thought that i had sent him on his way for his halibut fishing trip, but after i had settled myself back at the painting table, the front doorbell rang. there he is, standing at the door, holding a…

working meditation.


what does one do when a beloved friend is journeying through the unknown? i do what i do best :: pile on all [or most all] the umber dove jewelry i possess. grow silent. muster up all the powers i can and send them to her in thought and meditation. paint. paint some more. because, when…

oh, well.


  it's been a day of oh, well. it's been a day of feeling like this sure the fuck ain't my day. a person like myself with extremely high standards usually hits the wall of give-in-and-shrug-it-off. good enough is where i end up. but, yet, then again, i must remember to extend to myself the same grace and…

working through it.


i don't know what i'm working through, but it feels a lot like grief. a friend's news, and then my sister's cat suddenly dying -- the feeling just ain't passing. it feels a lot like an intense need for self care. my friend introduced me to watercolours, and now it is my medicine.…

a day wherein.


when i awoke this morning, i lay'd in bed, window open, and i listened to bird song. years ago, when i wrote my manifesto, therein i said birdsong is my prayer. awhile back, i revisited my manifesto and thought it all read sorta kinda cheesy. i eliminated a good part of it, rewrote it…

how to eat a turkey egg.


hold the egg in your hand and give thanks for such a beauty. give thanks for the jenny named penelope. melt a generous amount of butter in a warming skillet, and therein scramble the egg. transfer to a favourite plate. quite freely, grind pepper onto the egg. sit with a cup of teeccino…

a life sentence.


life goes on around here. the garden is fully planted. the crew ascends coyote hill every early evening to walk the rows and saunter the surrounding grounds and forests. pull a few weeds, give a ration of water, speak blessings to it all. there's always a litre of lemon water for…