Color Amid the Snow
I’m cranky today. Snow on either side of our driveway is piled about crotch-high, the remains of numerous snowfalls since the beginning of the year. This winter in the Twin Cities has already been one of the snowiest of all time. Yet the weather service predicts...Searching for Words in a Fog
There once was a woman of age Who struggled to honor a page With some nourishing words Ones that sang, flew like birds, But alas! She was never a sage. (And such hopes are so often a cage.) Plus it’s winter, it’s cold and it’s dark, And her mind must be locked...Solstice Blessings
I’m posting a little early this month to honor the winter solstice, and to send love your way during this holiday time. The longest night of the year. Sitting still in the darkness what might I hear? Do the stars warble? Does the candle whisper a message?...Snakes
Snakes appear often in my art, and have for years. Snake also emerged as my animal/symbol for 2022. Is there a message here? Over millennia, earth-honoring cultures around the globe have carved snakes on rock art and painted them on pottery. Because of their ability...Earth Prayers–A Reprise
A year ago, after a couple trips to Lake Superior, I posted how I had begun there a regular practice of creating earth altars—how energizing it was to create them, why and how I created them (as an intuitive co-creation with the life around me and anchored by an...Share This Post
Welcome to Whisperings
“There is a place where words are born of silence,
A place where the whispers of the heart arise.”
— Rumi
I will ponder here what whispers to me in the silence. I’d love for you to whisper back; maybe we will all get clearer—or maybe, like in the old kids’ game of “telephone” we will end up somewhere else entirely (which would be fun too)
