The Grand Canyon

I was 9 or 10 and in Miss Puschelberg's class at King George Elementary School. Some details remain clear in my mind, like the little microphone she spoke into, so Sandy, who had a hearing impairment, could hear her voice, and the picture of Queen Elizabeth hanging on the wall at the front of the

Catching Up

A Simple Prayer for Remembering the Motherlode We do not become healers. We came as healers. We are. Some of us are still catching up to what we are. We do not become storytellers. We came as carriers of the stories we and our ancestors actually lived. We are. Some of us are still catching

Writing on the Deck

I'm sitting on the back deck writing this blog post. How sweet is that?! It's the first time this year I've been able to do so and—fingers crossed—there will be more opportunity to do the same next week. There is a herd of empty pots here with me, and my little pup, Murphy. Lettuce and

Friday Afternoon

It's early Friday afternoon as I write this and, after a busy morning, I'm ready for a break. Seems like a good time to pop in and say "hello!". I've spent the morning working on Story Circle Network business--wrapping up the blog competition (winners will be announced next week) and getting ready for the poetry

Waiting on the Fever

I wouldn't say I've got the fever yet, but I'm on the verge. Gerry's spent the past couple of days out in the backyard modifying and enlarging our garden space. Makiya was out there with him today, and will join the effort again tomorrow afternoon. Meanwhile, I'm visualizing tucking tiny seeds into the ground and

Losing My Mind

It's possible I'm losing my mind. I decided to try my hand at abstract painting with acrylics and managed to carve out an hour this afternoon to play. It's going to be fun, once I figure out what I'm doing, but this afternoon I just made a mess. That's okay. It's all part of the