Daylight passes over the garden. Wild green things grow thick ‘round the entranceway. Spotted fawns have come by, their mother not far behind. Cat sits and watches.
I stood in a glass house at the edge of the sea. I watched as the tide rose, gradually swallowing the house, waves breaking against glass walls, and over the glass roof, booming, rattling, trembling. Seaweed, rocks, shells, too many fish to count, so… Continue Reading “The Encounter”
In working with Coyote – the trickster who tricks even himself – there can be no rigid thinking, no frame around the picture. Perceptions are dissolved, expectations are deconstructed. One must take oneself less seriously, welcome laughter, crack open the shell of one’s own… Continue Reading “Working With Coyote”