Wild Witness

I had not yet learned how to step beyond the vantage point of my humanness and all of its entitlements in order to truly see and be seen.

Dunya at Ravenrock ~ painting by C. Ryder

by Dunya Dianne McPherson Last summer at Movement Monastery in New Mexico, when I am no longer a young pretty dancer, when the ground and sky, the weather, ideals, and my bones have the temerity to shift—Catherine Ryder does a sketch of me. She does many sketches: sunset, the road, people dancing in the studio, [...]

Shellacking the Tea Tray

The time after my father’s death. I feel like a washing machine waiting for the agitation cycle to finish. While my hips take their sweet time to heal as an external measure of the life transition sloshing under my lid, I get out the shellack to keep myself busy and away from meddling with my […]

Witnessing Expanded

I lay belly down on the deck of my cabin, rolling my thighs on warming wood, smelling the day. I watched a small brown bird hop from blade to blade in the grass. All of sudden my breath opened deep. I felt my body melt into the wood, and my back absorb the blue sky […]