Farewell to Heron House

For the sun and the thaw, I give great thanks. For the near-full moon rising, I give great thanks. For the herb garden sleeping beneath

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Hermit owl altar

Owl: A Touch of the Wild

When I’m working in the garden, I don’t always see the neighborhood birds. But I hear them, and I see their shadows. Robins, crows, swallows,

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Art, Storms, & Sun

Yesterday, it was spring. Today, it is the season of storms. I stood here and watched an eagle head into the wind, then glide on

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Island Winter Moments

My life is made of cloth woven by Grandmother Spider, its threads spun by the sisters who spin up the sun.  Every day I pause

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