Being Space
I have always been fascinated with the idea that we are made of stardust. When I was young, I would […]
Being Still Water
To be still water is also a great joy—you feel peaceful, you feel quiet, and you enjoy the peace and the quietness that is in you…Still water reflects things perfectly
Being Mountain
Breathing in, I see myself as a mountain.
Breathing out, I feel solid.
Mountain/solid
Whispers from the Garden -III
Fourth Whisper: Do you believe in magic? I do! I believe in magic big and small, in the mystical and
Whispers from The Garden- II
I slowed down and let myself tune into what the tree was saying. That’s when I realized that in my quest for a picture, prefect garden, I was not letting the tree grow into spaces where it could be nourished. On days when I feel constricted by ideas of who or how I should be, I can hear the garden hum…
Whispers from the Garden
As I put together the pieces of my life again, I could hear a faint green echo that called my name…From a free-spirited garden creating artwork on the sky’s canvas with the paints of the trees and the flowers…I am slowly relearning the language of the garden again
Be Water
Wouldn’t it be wonderful if we could learn to embody each of water’s shapes and their qualities when needed?
Haiku – Nature as a poet
Haiku is a short poem that consists of three lines. The simplicity of a haiku mirrors the simplicity of nature and the minimalism of Zen ideals.
When the fog rolls in
We need the fog to remind us that all of life is not just black and white. The grey yet warm hues of the mist are the liminal spaces between the dawn and the day, where stillness calls in subtle whispers to slow down, to pause, to reflect, to breathe, and to just be.