The Birth of a Blog—it’s midwinter. Day after day I lift my head from my work at my desk and see the same bald eagle making a swath across the field from east to west or west to east; the deer nose and nibble for grass outside my office window, and when the sun sets displaying its rosy lavender glow on the mesas I feel a bubbling up of inspiration to write, kindled by this beauty. My office window is like a sacred doorway, a Nierika, to the natural world and to thoughts interconnected with living.
Birthing often happens during the full moon. I am sitting here watching the sky darken and this Gemini full moon rise and know it’s time to share with you. The Greek communications god Mercury is calling me tonight to put fingers to computer keys and birth this sharing blog.
These posts will be about the nuggets I’ve learned; teachings from my life experiences that I feel have meaning. May the gleanings I offer, in prose and poem, photography and philosophy, provide teachings from the practical to a deeply spiritual place in me be as my gift to you. There are many people who have profound insights they share. As those gems touch me I will share them with you as endorsements for a way to live with a good heart.
Humans love stories. The art of weaving a story makes a beautiful yet very personal tapestry—at times there’s a mass of tangled yarn, in other places you may find an exquisite pattern or a knot or two that will never untangle. Colors may be vivid or subtle. This is life. Enjoy the yarns I’ve spun here in this blog and perhaps you’ll love the gems within, too.
The Bald Eagle inspires vision from high above, from the vast blue sky and blesses me with a larger view of the world I live in. Gratitude to you, my regal feathered friend; I lift my head and hand to the East, the place of the rising Sun, the place of new beginnings, the place of birth and the holy place, Cerado Cuemado, the Wixarika birth place of the Sun who overlooks all of creation.