Serpentine grass

Here, now, among the serpentine grass, scrub oak and willow, our great mother breathes in deep, settling into the bright green of renewal and lightness. This moment is something we who live here hold in our hearts, we drink it in, before ascending into the long season of dry and dust. This moment is the depth of our winter. It is the silence of our stillness.


Sometimes we don't see the change from the castle of our busy lives, but the body is always aware. It knows when we don’t. It will breath in this renewal while we sleep, and while we drive by the lush green fields and mushroom tops.

My New Year's resolution?

Awareness.