Grandfather Cedar

Cherokee mother

For Native American Heritage month, I want to share this poem about the mothers who came before my grandmothers….✨💖

velvet white (haiku)

I posted this haiku back in January of this year, but I’m posting it again in honor of Mule Appreciation Day today 😊🦄💖✨ (Photo of my mule, Andromeda, by me)

Earth, October

I love autumn – not just for the amazing colors and cooler temperatures, but for the fact that it is the time to begin to move inwards, a time of rest, reflection, calm….🍁❤️✨

As a Poet….

This is how I feel as a Poet – my job is to love Earth and to raise the “invisible” (those things that most folks have forgotten to pay attention to) into visibility, and “learning to be astonished”. Wonder and curiosity and love. And joy! I adore Mary Oliver because she does this so well