For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. (Hesse)

For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, … Continue reading

Querencia Taos :: ¿What is Querencia?

¿What Is Querencia? Querencia (Cay-ráincia): There is a secret spot where the antelope grazes without fear, a place where the eagle can nest in peace and a dog can sleep belly up in the sun. In the bullring, it’s called Querencia, and its translation is as diverse as the enigma of its existence. In Racing Through … Continue reading

Where Thou art—that—is Home

Where Thou art—that—is Home— Cashmere—or Calvary—the same— Degree—or Shame— I scarce esteem Location’s Name— So I may Come— What Thou dost—is Delight— Bondage as Play—be sweet— Imprisonment—Content— And Sentence—Sacrament— Just We two—meet— Where Thou art not—is Woe— Tho’ Bands of Spices—row— What Thou dost not—Despair— Tho’ Gabriel—praise me—Sire— Emily Dickinson

With Drizzled Warm Butter, Intensely Rendered by Dick Allen

With Drizzled Warm Butter, Intensely Rendered   What every painter knows, but most others forget is how bright colors dim in artificial light and lobster tastes most fresh the nearer to death you set your teeth into the lobster’s flesh. Dick Allen   via With Drizzled Warm Butter, Intensely Rendered by Dick Allen : Poetry … Continue reading