Yesterday I moved my computer out of the kitchen, where I could not think with all the noise and the sizzling things on the stove, and into a newly made home office. Today I went right into my new and sacred space!!
Day One in the office: Here is what I am doing, I am listening to music on Pandora. I was studying, but I took a minute to write some poetry that just came to me. continue reading
A Mazatlan sunset from my last travels
This is the season of the Three Kings from the East, the season of visions and quests, despite political unrest, or perhaps even because of unrest! (p.s. That was a veiled reference to a new USA president about to take office.) I think that a starry vision is timeless and spaceless, and can bring the peace, that nations and politics can never bring…
A flashback to my childhood – Irene with my brothers and sister at Green Lake .
Green Lake came to my mind this winter as a cherished place in my heart, where I was happy and could lay down all my worries, and could relax; a place where I matter and once laughed and played; A Holy Place in the wilderness for camping. We all need places like this to hang onto.
I recall that as a child, I loved hiking with a backpack to Green Lake in the High Sierra Mountains. My heart belongs in Green Lake, a wilderness lake nestled thousands of feet above the valleys. I was dazzled by lights, and reflections on the lake during the day; and dazzled again at night by the brightest moon and starry night. We could see every star and meteor shower with greatest of clarity from my sleeping bag with my brothers and sisters, because we were high above the city lights and the smog, breathing thin and crisp mountain air. Oh how I loved camping there. At this time of year Green Lake is surely swaddled in snow and frozen over. But as soon as the spring and summer comes, the snows will melt and the trails will beckon the humans again.
A little Catrina girl
I was in Mazatlan during the Dia de Muertos (The Day of the Dead), a Mexican holiday, and I was BLOWN AWAY! I must share it. This festival is a fantastic blend of thoughts on life and death, wrapped together with artistic visions. At first, the folk art captured my heart, and then it shook my bones. Because I saw things I never expected. I was just experiencing this holiday for the first time in my life…and I really got into it!
Here is a gallery of the glorious things I saw that night:
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I would like to promote those who are fine art thinkers, as they are emerging in communities today. Here is the Facebook page for Clarissa Pinkola Estes, the author of the books, Women who Runs with the Wolves and Untie the Strong Woman. I find her thoughts on being a creative women (aka a wild woman) quite remarkable. I see that she is also actively writing new thoughts on her Facebook page – Irene
See:
Clarissa Pinkola Estes’ Facebook Page
Clarissa Pinkola Estes at Amazon Books
