Stories whispered from the lives of others, my own life, or animate objects full of their own truths.
All of this is but a gift this breathing, moving buying, thriving, and building a kind of grace bestowed upon humanity freewill, choice, destiny, and karma all spinning together between the first light and the last night. Is grace alive as we are? Does it come with us all our lives and beyond? is it … Continue reading
It took me until I was thirty-five years old to realize that all the years I imagined the wind bringing light in an open door or window, the way a warm breeze on a cool day feels like sunlight swept into my waiting arms was an illusion. Light waves may bend or refract off other … Continue reading
How many more ways can I tell you… the path is narrow and there is no path it is full of illusions each step on this journey will destroy you and build You ask you to embrace everything the darkness the light ask of You more than you ever imagined and You will break yourself … Continue reading
The echo of your echo in my steps I am one hundred paper suns folding away from the world. -paige stewart artwork: In Deep by Allison Kunath Continue reading
I see greatness in you. I see you I see all of the things you have done to get here to this threshold of self all the work, all the love all the listening, all the no thank-yous, and the Yes, this. I see what greatness has demanded of you, has broken every stronghold within … Continue reading
We’ve been here a long long time, soaking the sun into us there are some who say the truth is the truth is the truth and if it’s not, you’ll know but a blind man’s never seen the sun nor have we truly seen the Light so we balance ourselves before mirrors seeking light and … Continue reading
“Yes, Yes You out on a morning jaunt Tell me, what do you see?” the ruffles of new leaves flirting us on toward summer a gossip of poppies, such a loud and vivid crowd a bold deer, undeterred from her breakfast by you or me So sweet these seasons each ushering us in and away … Continue reading
When I am the wind in the trees I am everywhere and nowhere I am with you Always I am carrying a birds call to your ears And the sweet sage to your nose And the suns rays to your eyes I make the aspen tremble and bow before you I am the wind … Continue reading
I set out to learn about photography so I read about the speed of a shutter, the opening aperature, and touched all these buttons and dials but when it all came down to it its all just measuring light and isn’t that what we are all doing? I make art, some take photos, others are … Continue reading
I know what i want to be now A god. And not like my Ego’s God. But like the soft caress of wind on a sweltering day or the calm a lake returns to after the stones are thrown and the strength of a mountain even as it slowly degrades I want to be permanent … Continue reading
