Emerald Chair
If only I’d sat down in the chair… where would it have taken me that day?
If only I’d sat down in the chair… where would it have taken me that day?
It is strange, the desire to show off or to be somebody. It seems so impossibly difficult to be simple, to be what you are, and not pretend. To be what you are is in itself very arduous…
This silence, this moment, every moment, if it’s genuinely inside you, brings what you need. There’s nothing to believe. Only when I stopped believing in myself did I come into this beauty. Sit quietly…
Big winds sweep through northern New Mexico, and when they do, you might be lucky enough to see a bird or two experiencing dramatic fits of turbulence. Feckless fliers can be found flapping wildly on invisible wind-powered roller coaster rides of unpredictability here…
What does one say to a cloud like this? Who are you? What galaxy did you come from?
In northern New Mexico, sunsets and clouds like this one are regular visitors. Like a tourist visiting New York City with jaw agape…
One morning about a year ago, I awoke from a dream in which I was creating an elaborate sand painting. A creation of painstaking detail, it was a sculptural kind of bas-relief made up of three separate parts. It would be cumbersome to explain in detail, but imagine three masterful constructions intricately woven into a [...]
A yellow flower
(Light and spirit)
Sings by itself
For nobody….
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