her heart bubbled into her throat a message bottled drifting into sea, pregnant, welling tides

birth, she tells us,

and 2 hands

2 hands to each human, one brain and one mouth.
and one heart shared by billions.
one earth. this life.

it is dry here, hummingbird trills and squeals hoarsely, as if sugar crystals are stuck in his throat.

with two wings he flies.

Spirit, take the cap from my head and lava pulse my brain with ocean waves, shimmy down my bottleneck spine and burn the embers.

crow has arrived squawking: What is the message on the air?

Get on your bike + Go
Ask no other questions
Let the story unfold

And the bush birds erupt in merriment.

GoGo Don’t worry about where you are not called. leave the rest alone. Hone and Go. Hone the Heart. Let all else subside, Do not worry about stories or pride. 

Man on the mountain, “Something’s going on with that whole mountain. Wild kingdom.

Glenalbyn + Mt Washington Junction, Los Angeles.

hawk and crow circling


edit: in seeking ye shall find and what once was covered shall be uncovered for now we know in part but one day we shall know fully as we are known fully

for i say to you, do not worry about what you will eat or what you will wear, consider the sparrows of the air, your Heavenly Father never lets these go hungry, and how much more dear to him are you. foxes have holes and birds have nests, but the Son of Man has no where to lay his head.

which of you, in worrying, can add a cubit to his stature or a year to his life?

consider the lilies of the field, they neither spin nor toil, yet even Solomon, in all his glory, is not as gloriously arrayed as these.



seek first his kingdom and his righteousness and all of these things shall be added unto you.

i tell you, with faith, you can say to these mountains Move! and they will move.

with God nothing is impossible.