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Wondering the Grand Canyon
This week I have literally stood on the edge of the world, my self just a miniscule particle-part of the vastness of time, force, beauty, death and life. Such a wonder, the Grand Canyon! It took 5 million years for what we see on the surface and 2 billion years of earth history at the…
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Deep calls to deep – a psalm
Carve me deeply. Make of me a canyon where your life moves. Let it be known God was here, is here still in this scoured place, purified for genesis, seeding creation, cycling through seasons, making all things new by ancient forces: one a cataclysmic undoing the other a steady, slow polishing. Shape me by the tenacity…
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Ava
Our little dog died during the night. Her name was Ava. We do not know the cause of her sudden death, possibly a poisonous bite. We tried everything to save her but she went quickly. Yesterday she woke up with the exuberant energy of a girl on Christmas morning. She played with the other larger…
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The ark … the inside story
I’ve been wondering about Noah’s ark. It occurs to me that our home is an ark of sorts during the tropical storms of the rainy seasons – Wally’s ark! We head for the house when it rains. The dogs make a bee line, anxious to have an excuse to be inside. Even the varmints: mice,…
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Counter-culture
The first thing I managed to do after summer school was fall down the stairs. I bonked my head, back and elbow hard enough to be a gimp for a week. Not the form of rest I had in mind… So much for my plans. Life happens and Who’s to say that’s not part of…
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School’s end, begin again…
Today was the final day of summer school. Our theme was Ecology and Me! The week was full-isimo! The children were good, enthusiastic and sweet. This evening we had an awards ceremony with 100 children and their families attending. My heart felt full looking out at those eager faces, feeling the newness of connections that…
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Ecologia y yo!!!
There is a tradition here that the rainy season begins on June 24th. It’s connected to a legend that the Spanish explorer Francisco Vásquez de Coronado prayed for rain on June 24, 1540, the feast day of St. John the Baptist, and after his prayers, it rained. And so it was this year. The rain…
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Junko’s birth-day
Circle Dance My mother birthed us into this lifeHer daughters birthed her into death.Now she carries us again in her spirit-body,her wisdom flowering out filling the spaces and gaps, closing the arcbegun as a tentative lovenow ripe, stretched,this time in surrender to the lightthe one-longinghers, mine, ours – since the beginning.
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Peace-able
Yesterday some men came and stole our mango crop. They penetrated the fence the furthest side from the house into the north orchard where a deer lived a protected life. We don’t know what happened, whether they tried to catch the deer or taunted him, but the deer escaped from our refuge by ramming a…
