On this day, many years ago, a little baby came into the world. Such a beautiful and sensitive little thing, with wild hair and intense, dark eyes. She was love and tenderness with the fiery heart of a lion. I don’t think she cried a lot, but knowing the woman she grew into, I can …
She is Us
Her body lay in the dying weeds, in an open field by a popular walking trail, just outside of town. I wondered what could have possibly happened. She seemed so healthy, with a beautiful coat of fur, and the unstained teeth of youth. Had she been sick? If so, certainly she would have crept away …
The Winter Solstice
The longest night, the shortest day. Briefly, the world seems to pause, holding her breath, before gradually returning us to the sun. In this moment, let us also pause and hold our breath, for the space between our breaths holds immortality. A place where our minds are still and we feel more deeply our connection …
Thank You for the Signs
I suppose this is a story like many others. Parrot-loving girl meets bird. Girl feels bad for bird's situation. Girl buys bird. And so on. Not that Sinclair's situation was particularly bad, but it was not particularly good either. Sinclair was a youngster whose eyes were grey like his species name, and hadn't yet mellowed …
I Cry Everyday
Sinclair may be dying. I watch his health decline every day and every day I give him a piece of me. A little something to anchor him in this world, or for his journey to the next. His gorgeous picture graces this website. That's when he was full and vibrant. Now he's the shell. Sunken …
Lost
Melancholy eyes gaze on past creation. They are beautiful and amazing and my heart aches for the flow and natural order of it - the present momentness - of starting with nothing and somehow the world and the stars and the universe align, channel through me, move my hands. My muse - a blessed miracle …
Lessons From Panama
Panama City to Playa Venoa and back. A chance to see parrots. Papagayo, loro, perico. Macaw, Amazon, parakeet. Living as nature intended, in their perfect evolution. Wild. Salvajes. ……… Panama City was just as you'd expect in a more progressive Central American country where vast amounts of humans live in small spaces. Six lanes traffic merging …
Untitled, for now
happiness is perched on tippy toe atop a teetering, wobbling mountain stacks of hopes and dreams frail as spun glass waiting to be shattered
Foundation, Memory, & My Friend Martin
My memories of Martin are choppy and fragmented like collaged photos plastered on wilted, sun-stained paper, clinging precariously by cracked and yellowed glue. Or snippets of a movie reel taped together in mismatched order. But strong are the feelings that remain. Commitment. Attachment. Acceptance. Loyalty. Safety. He was my first best friend, protector and confidant. …
2019
The new year brings millions of resolutions, publicly scrawled on Facebook; scribbled on post-its, to be laid at the feet of our altars, lit match to paper, sending thin, corkscrew smoke as some secret call to the universe; or perhaps squirreled away in the depths of our own minds, hidden like a secret lust. This …
The Laughing Parrots 