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

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)  

a River

We’ve all heard of personification: attributing human qualities to something non-human. But I like to create an image of someone who becomes something other than human. In actuality, everything reflects the qualities of everything else. For instance, tree branches and waterways look like our arteries and veins, or the bottoms of certain clouds look like