Rachel took a swig from the bottled water we each carried, wiped her lips, took a deep breath as she stared into the ancient kiva, and confessed, “I’m having a hard time finding faith that I can believe in.”
Like the mullein, I was seeded in difficult soils (womb). I was a post war lover’s Whoops! In other words, my parents married incognito in Yuma, Az, conveniently three months after my conception. Until I found my parents marriage license on the internet, in my adulthood, I thought I was a preemie. At least that’s what all the grown-ups told me, ignoring the fact that I weighed 8.5 pounds at birth, with a full head of dark brown hair. I was one heck of a preemie!
It was late October when, like fingernails across a chalkboard, the creaking of the unstable and rotting wood walkway below my feet, […]
Friends have asked how I manage to keep a strong attitude in my fight against uterine carcinosarcoma, a fight that’s been going […]
“I’m back,” shouts October’s return,urging summer’s dancing hummers,to kiss goodbye the sugar-water feeders,and sweet pollen-laced floral beakers.“Move on to warmer places,”October’s chilled […]
August morning light, like the ancient bird of myth, resurrects from the black ashes of night, Immortal wings spread steadfast, illuminating, exposing, […]
Silence is one of the many gifts that comes with a 4 a.m. wake-up call. I unwrapped this gift for about a year or so. No alarm clock needed because I had a project, and a project that I loved exploring. The quest was to lay down my thoughts on our environment and to create ways that each of us could benefit a struggling Planet Earth by discovering our interconnection with nature. Research grew essential. And research took me from poets of […]
Besides mullein’s unique look, soft leaves and medicinal value, in truth, what really attracts me to mullein is its history and hints of its ability to ward off evil. Blame it on my Catholic upbringing. If holy water could defer the wicked from my soul, why not a plant?
Still new to each other, I met Clif for breakfast at the local Marie Callander’s after buttoning up the final days of […]
When I understood the challenge ahead in my personal battle with a cancer still to find a cure, and a projected two year longevity prediction, it was time to dig in for answers—all while avoiding the world of quackery and misinformation.
There’s often news of such patients overcoming the incurable and substantially extending projected survival times. Admittedly, those patients hold infinite amounts of discipline that I’ve yet to achieve.
The Muse Pallet 