Discovering Beauty in Everyday Life

Slowly the light sources readjust, preparing for a new spring.

Nothing is surprising in Crestone, including the delicate colors and incredible mountain beauty.

Light separates us from the ordinary world, guiding us into the spirit way, pulling figures away from the ground. It’s a blue jay morning in the pinion trees, the dry sun shimmering with feathers, then it's afternoon, with the white cold sun tearing through the mountain colors. Evening comes, and it’s feeding time, deer muzzled in frost and silhouetted. Then night again, with its half-lit rooms and profile faces shining in the firelight. It’s midnight now, and the sky is splintering with stars, each one watching while its being sleeps.

This elegant tree graces the Elephant Cloud Tea Shop with shade in summer and snow in the winter

We are surrounded with beauty, with visions of sugar plums dancing!

It was just yesterday the skies were coddled grey, clotting in their pre-snow situation, waiting, waiting, maybe for dawn, with a new messenger at the gate.

Passion slicing into waiting cells I-ching tossing wake up dreams No more pickup-stix with broken spirits It is him, just him, that's what it seems A base note playing with a rare perfume A tangle full of top notes, singing Almost as though it were actually me Is this the way it ought to be This is the way of the inside me That movie-raptured side of me Chondrial self without the layers Dharma self, made up of chi Living in a palomino day Soaking with the breath of life sinking Into the sunny layer Into who am I am I me am I you am I Yes! Oh how I want that way to be Rusty leaves, dry stalks and slippery greens Pulsing with the drum of life Transparent with the juice of winter apples. Italian Garden, Conservancy Garden, New York Central Park