threads of the spiderwoman

"Persephone" 2023   " Deeply I go down into myself.   My God is Dark, and like a webbing  made of a hundred roots that drink ...

If we surrendered to Earth’s intelligence we could rise up rooted, like trees How surely gravity’s law, strong as an ocean current, takes ho...

"Then in the Arctic half-light of the canyon, all existence fades to a being with my soul and memories and the sounds of the Big Bl...

Georgia at White Sands (2015) Sometimes a man stands up during supper and walks outdoors, and keeps on walking, because of a churc...

luminaria on Serpent Mound You, Darkness You, darkness, that I come from I love you more than all the fires that fence in the world,...

My pilgrimages are among my most treasured times,  those times and places and synchronicities and numinous "conversations" that ...

 When grapes turn to wine,   they long for our ability to change. When stars reel around the North Pole, they are longing for our growin...

  The deep parts of my life pour onward, as if the river shores were opening out. It seems as if things are more like me now,         th...