It's my personal soapbox, a place for me to express thoughts and feelings, musings and rants, reflections and recollections; to have fun with words -- about things spiritual, environmental, social, political, economic, and, from time to time, personal. And of course about peace. Soapboxes are in public places (as London's legendary Hyde Park) on purpose, and so I invite conversations with you, for it is through civil discourse that we can gain some perspective on the seeming chaos of these changing times and learn together how to shape a positive future for ourselves, our communities, and the generations to come.

Thursday, June 23, 2016

Desert Life

A few months ago, I attended the Nine Gates Mystery School graduate reunion, in communion with  the living Mojave Desert.

          Vital Winds
Sun-fed breezes sweep off the hills,
through silent scrubby valleys,
o’er wadi-rutted plains,
moving soils, sowing seeds,
fanning fires of life.

      Call and Response
Perched atop the Joshua tree,
tassel tossing to and fro,
Quail coos to distant mate,
then listens as the echo coo
rides faintly on the wind.

    Tending to Business
Hawk dives for dinner.
Startled rabbit scampers off.
Ants colonize Earth.


  1. The poems that you have shared are lovely. I really liked your post very much. Thank you so much for sharing such a beautiful post with us.