NOMAD DREAMING

Ganesha, Guardian of the Garden has been put on surveillance duty, counting out the gold. There haven’t been any especially colorful autumn forest bathing adventures this year. The warmth/tardiness of frost, which I and a whole host of butterflies are thoroughly enjoying, has messed with the potential for much colour drama in the leaf department. Besides, I’ve been held captive by the busyness of Doing Important (and sometimes not so important) Stuff at home. The Garden of Ea

Once upon a time. At the ragged end of a day. Edited by an omniscient malevolence, words are the first to go. A piercing moon and plummeting temperatures. Define steadfastness. The remains of the day/a season/a life.

Opened the kitchen curtain one morning recently to see this. Not sure who precisely was responsible but suspicion leans heavily towards Felonious Feline, the feral roommate. As usual with this maddeningly evasive domestic cat-gone-rogue, proof of guilt is all always circumstantial. I’ve previously seen them perched with precarity on this very bird bath…. Birds of all shapes and sizes are heavily invested in the water source being upright and perpetually filled with water. Fe

With just over five weeks until my next big art exhibition at the 4 day Festival of the Cranes Art and Craft Fair in Socorro in early December, I take a few days off to celebrate Diwali, sleep on the earth amongst pea fowl, soak in mineral hotsprings and wander my feet on some paths in the Gila National Forest. I really lucked out with my timing this year for what has become a kind of annual autumn retreat to Faywood Hotsprings. At night I lay in the silky water of the geoth