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 Aunt

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 area

Guitar

My instruments are members of my family. I adore them! Sometimes I hug them : ) Music is a vital part of who I am. This is a poem I wrote for children, but I hope everyone will enjoy it. Any fellow musicians out there who feel this way about their instruments?   (Gibson SG

How you see the sun….

    (Sunset over the Moen Lake channel – photo by Warren Lynn)

Sky unties his braid

I’m a “night owl”. Always have been. Once the sun goes down, I come to life and feel like my self. And I adore sunsets – they thrill me! This is my Cherokee view of a sunset….   (sunset, Ft Desoto – photo by Warren Lynn)