Jan 17, 2019



"My favorite moment of the past year was... holding Russ's hand under the total eclipse of the sun.  Experiencing that powerful magic.

My proudest accomplishment was... pulling off a successful Nurture & Nourish Retreat.

I was most callenged by... my own negative thought cycles.  The conversation with Julie.

My biggest sadness was... losing Zephyr dog.

My favorite adventure was... going to Havasupai for my birthday.  

My shadow was... laziness, self-doubt,  and fear.

My strength was.... commitment, dedication and fath.

I look forard to all the magic and mystery of the next cycle.  Bring on the coming of the light!"

Jan 16, 2019


This is our world.
It is cold, unforgiving, driving snow like sand into your eyes.
It is howling, battering, ripping at your clothes.
It is shrieking and cracking and moaning and whispering and silent.  It is otherworldly.
Our world!
It is golden, sparkling, leaving you breathless.
Carrying your laughter, prayers, shouts and songs away in a reckless wind.
It is stars frozen in water, it is sunlight blown off mountains.
This is our world!
Terrible and wonderful and magical all at once.
Don't hide, don't look away.
Don't leave here without at least once, feeling your insignificance,
as you walk straight into it's beating heart.





I knew the ice was too thick to break, but I admit, I was still nervous. 



5 years ago I drove from one part of Costa Rica to another and my whole life changed because of it.  Now I'm back in Colorado with my brother, my dog, my fiance.  I always like looking back and reminding myself that I could never have imagined this moment, then. 



8 years

still here. still taking photos in cars. 

Oct 8, 2018





coyote magic


I stood on the shore of Lake Waneka, before sunrise, under the light of the supermoon.  Wind blew a bitter cold through my jacket, through my very bones.  I waited, watching the changing light in the sky, taking only a few photos at a time before the chill necessitated hiding my hands in my sleeves.  The moon hung over a bank of clouds obscuring all but the nearest mountains.  I watched, I waited, I stood by the lake.
A woman with a dog came up to me, I turned and waved, caccooned in my coat and hood.  
"Did you see the bald eagle?!" she asked full of excitement.  
I didn't want to let her down.
"Yes," I lied, "but I didn't get a photo."
"Supermoon and bald eagle!" she fairly sang with elation, "that is a once in a lifetime!"

She ran away.  I turned back to the west.  I watched the cloud bank shift from silver, to blue, to lilac and then suddently to pink, with the first rays of the sun glowing from the east.  The moon hung above this rosey scene, brilliant in it's brightness and clarity, powerful in it's size.
I took photos in bursts, trying to keep the camera steady in spite of my shivering body and completely frozen hands.  During intermitant pauses, trying to revive my fingers, I looked around at the scene, grwoing rosier and more lovely with each moment; the lake, the purple branches of trees, the pink and purple flatirons, the pink clouds, blue sky, perfect moon.  I noticed flocks of birds beginning to fly around me.  I brought my camera up, trying to catch some with the moon.  
Suddenly through the viewfinder I saw him quite clearly - the majestic bald eagle.  Frantic with excitement and breathless with awe, I tried to keep up with him, clicking away as he angled and flew overhead.  Suddennly he swooped down to me, so close the lends couldn't even focus.  Then he rose, then swooped again.  It was the closest I've ever been to a bald eagle.  I held my breath.  I lowered my camera.  I witnessed his glory.  
I observed as he flew around the lake, I watched as he moved toward the west.  
I prayed to him, "please, keep going."  
I lifted my camera, focused and zoomed.  I held my breath and snapped away as he soared to the moon.  At his peak draft my heart flew out of my chest and was carried aloft on his perfect wings  He carried my spirit and we soared above the clouds, above the moon, in the first light of dawn.  
I couldn't believe it had happened so perfectly, so collaboratively, so beautifully.  After his flight he soared off and I stood, giddy and freezing again on the shore.  
As the moon sank towards the clouds, and I was about to leave, I saw him once more.  He flew around, then landed on a tree and we watched together as the last full moon of the year melted into the pink clouds of dawn over the mountinas.
"Goodbye moon," I said, "goodbye eagle."
I could feel, as I walked to the car, fumbling with numb fingers for my keys, the deepest and most profound sense of gratitude.  I could feel my spirit, in animal form, welcoming the day and bidding farewell to the moon, high in the sky.  Soaring free.


cold moon



Oct 7, 2018







pollen + vinegar






meditating on the geese


eagle eyes