Notes from The nest
This week I watched the towering dead China Berry release her brittle-bone branches one by one. The sheer magnitude of her ginormous limbs crashing to the ground at the pull of a chainsaw was both terrifying and astounding, saddening and liberating. In her destruction the thunderous roar announced her decent in a most chilling way. A […]
For nearly 12 years I have attended the biannual Tempe arts street fair for the single purpose of seeing Ora Tamir’s surreal wonderlands. As if painted from within the landscapes of my own soul, her enchanting beings draw me in to a universe her and I have once shared. Each year I become braver and […]
At a distance, creeping along the horizon I heard a curious hum of the Cicada chorus steadily approach like a wave in the full belly of the sea. As the vibration grew closer it intensified like a like a flash flood breaking through the forest…the high pitched buzzing and unavoidable magnitude of their song echoed […]
In my cozy bed of bird blankets, pillow pets and the most loyal and concerned boxer-pup draped at my restless feet, I am sipping on marshmallow root and liquorish tea, hoping the soothing elixir will expel the infection from my lungs and return me the voice I lost 3 days ago. In lue of all […]
As the green summer leaves fade like a watercolor into golden ambers and mustards, the old China Berry tree facing the west of my yard begins to shed again. This is the Earth’s way of telling me October has arrived bearing a season of transition. With it comes the early set of a resting sun, […]
