Maine Summer

I’m very fortunate to have spent time in Maine as a child. My Mom, sister, and I would visit Aunt Betty and Uncle Dave in their amazing home in a little cove on Deer Isle. Uncle Dave was a lobster fisherman. We ate the freshest crab and lobster on the planet, gorgeously prepared by AuntContinue reading “Maine Summer”

Becoming Coyote

I love Coyotes. They possess a tangible magic. I used to have an Appaloosa mare, Jet, that I kept at a private farm. The back field was closed off from everything, like a sanctuary, so I spent a great deal of time back there, just sitting, resting, meditating, playing flute, communing, observing. The entire areaContinue reading “Becoming Coyote”