one

what does a year bring?

a raw adherence to impermanence
gratitude
frogs, blackberries, full and new moons
here and gone

a revolution of landscape
transformation
birth, atrophy, growth and decomposition
start to finish

an awareness of one
love
beat, breath, sound, and silence
now and again

one, two, three...
now and again

a study of light and dark

let the wind blow

“Pain is a pesky part of being human, I've learned it feels like a stab wound to the heart, something I wish we could all do without, in our lives here. Pain is a sudden hurt that can't be escaped. But then I have also learned that because of pain, I can feel the beauty, tenderness, and freedom of healing. Pain feels like a fast stab wound to the heart. But then healing feels like the wind against your face when you are spreading your wings and flying through the air! We may not have wings growing out of our backs, but healing is the closest thing that will give us that wind against our faces.” 

 

straight smoke

After several days of wind, rain, and wave there was a November night so still that the smoke rose straight and the wonder of flame held strong in the cheeks of my children...

be witched

"I can hear it but I cannot see it.
Waves appear as evidence that movement surrounds me.
The bird floats. Water bubbles.
It is effortless but not easy. Survival is heavy and buoyant here. 
Each piling holds the weight of air graciously. The cormorant waits patiently for sustenance.
Fog obscures the urgency for action.
One meaning orchestrated by all.
Now. Become."
JH

home

Pausing at the sun's crest
Inhale potential
Dawn happens
Be.

calling card

Allured by your downy plume, I muse who...

is leaving this calling card from a nocturnal escapade between my house and yard....