Month: November 2017


tender


We, at Heading Home – an Albuquerque agency which seeks to make homelessness rare, short-lived and non-recurring (see www.headinghome.org), recently met as a staff to discuss our culture.  One of the most powerful moments in that presentation was the spoken awareness that working to end homelessness, and to be a...

Charles’ Savory Crab Cheesecake  (serves 6-10)


There is a certain holiness inherent in eating a good meal with friends in December over a long and lingering conversation.  Sometimes, one needs something creamy and delicious.   Here at Little Bird Farm, this is my choice for a bit of holiday decadence between Thanksgiving and Christmas.  It makes an...

Thanksgiving and its conversation


Most mornings, about 5:00 am, I have a couple eggs for breakfast by candle-light. It is a simple ritual after an hour of sitting-practice.  Comforting.  Nutritious, though I often follow it later in the morning with a green-juice chaser on the way out the door.  Salads bore me so I...

God’s Smoldering love


Russian Sage boarders many of the fields of Little Bird Farm here in New Mexico.  Its silvery-green stalks and lavender-colored flowers give fragrance to the air and color to the land.  It has a mystical quality as well – something ancient and cleansing.  White Sage is most commonly bundled for...

The Stag and self-compassion


The deer or stag in First-Nation American spirituality can represent a call to self-compassion and compassion for others. It is a peaceful animal, gentle unless defending.  So am I, I guess.  I try to be. Gentle that is, not as much self-defending.  But one must survive. Many spiritual traditions call...

worship among trees


The view from my front porch – my sitting-chair -includes this set of trees. Hit by morning light, they glow with a kind of assurance that all shall be well.  It’s not bad at all.  It’s golden.   Last night I had new friends to dinner.  We ate a creamed,...

Differences: two trees – one life


This is my favorite tree on this New Mexican farm on which I live.  It has a mystical quality like the one in that movie, Avatar, about the blue-skinned people and the tree of life.  I weep every time I see it because I am so glad that there exists...