"Ruby- Crowned Kinglet" Oil on Birch  12" X 12"

"Ruby- Crowned Kinglet" Oil on Birch  12" X 12"

We have a lot of kinglets around where I live. Usually they are high in the trees, squeaking their high-pitched rusty swing-set squeaks, but when they venture down to flit in and out of the shrub and branches, I catch a the flash of the ruby crown; such a bright streak in the undergrowth.

This fellow, painted in oil, is enjoying his penthouse view of the ocean.

The Honey Bee Totem - Part 1


The honeybee works for the benefit and well-being for all, ensuring that her actions in her short life-time create a healthy and secure future for generations to follow.

This natural and simplistic goodness for a holistic wellbeing of self and others taps into the deep threads of life where all beings are as one, on hive, one harmonious entity. In the image we can see the golden threads of the Earth mapped against the background of space and time; our universal energetic resonance.

Winter Wings

 The winter woods seem empty but there is feathered movement between the branches. Greys and greens are suddenly broken by a rusty smudge as a chickadee swings close with crackling curiosity.




He is like a lit match in the gloom. So much intensity in one small creature. Winter does not phase the chickadee. Impervious to cold snaps and icy winds, he forages in the same exuberant manner as though on a summer day.


A  bright eye watches me watching and I witness the eternal spark of spirit in an adornment of feathers.


(from my newsletter: Earthshine)

On the Flight of Eagles

Gazing at birds in flight is always a good reminder to let your spirit soar. Watching ravens dip and wheel off the edge of a cliff face is time well spent in reviving the soul. The sunlight gleams off their superb feathers and they shine like obsidian shards in the blue sky.

High above, so very high above, on the edges of seeing are two eagles. Their large wingspan at one with the air, they turn overlapping circles and ovals. And suddenly, they have passed from sight. The business of eagles, at such lofty hights, one can only imagine. It raises questions, questions that explore the vast expanse of blue within ourselves, why do we soar so very high?


The Raptors

GreatgreyowlfeatherAfter the Lavender Labyrinth, our Magical Mystery Tour took us to the Pacific Northwest Raptors Center. (No, not velociraptors. I don't know, that just always comes to mind when I see their sign. Maybe that's just me.)

And although 'tis always sad to see such lovely birds in cages or tethered, it is good to know there is a place for injured animals that can not be released back into the wild. Here, they get cared for and exercised and take on the roll of educators. It is good to see a child with a hawk or owl on their arm instead of a gameboy in their hand. You know that's going to set a great neural pathway in the brain.


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Sitting neat as you please, on my garden fence post was this enormous Barred owl.


I had been making some lunch and noticed that the robins were being particularly shrieky and annoying. So I stood on the patio, idly glancing around at the sky and trees, wondering what on earth the fuss was about... until our eyes met.

Then it was me who started making shrieky noises as I raced around looking for cameras and lenses. "An owl, an owl, an owl! A Wol! My first one of the year. In my yard. An owl. A Wol!

And WHY is this camera on a tripod NOW? And what do you mean it won't fit through the door with all three legs splayed out? Zounds!

The owl, cool as a cucumber, waited for me to get my nit-witted self together and take a couple of snaps. No doubt it heard me crashing about in the house, talking excitedly to myself.

After about fifteen minutes it flew into the forest, her patience with the dive-bombing robins coming to an end.


When those eyes fix on you, you feel as small as a mouse and I recalled that often owls can bring shadowy messages. I left her to her woodland roaming.

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Ravens and Trees

Yesterday, between rain splashes, we built the planter boxes for the raised beds. We were kept entertained by the comings and goings of four ravens.  Lots of raven-talk going on with all their fluting, popping and quorking and metallic boinging noises. We wondered what they were saying. They kept flying into our Grand Fir, literally crashing into it, with wings all akimbo, having a good discussion and then flying off to another tree and doing the same thing. (It reminded me of kids canonballing each other in a pool.) There were two sets of ravens and I wonder, now that they are paired up, if they are getting the rules of territory under their belt and deciding which couple was getting what neighbourhood.


And on another note, here is the Grand Fir with stars.

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Golden-crowned Kinglet

I'm not the fastest gardener or do-er outside. I tend to take long pauses between things and simply stare off. (It can take me 45 minutes just to dig in a couple of plants.) And so, there I was, standing and staring off into the distance when I notice a fluttering in the tangled mess of shrub, lower branches and the like. I assume it is an acrobatic Chickadee hanging onto a milk thistle gathering seeds when I see a flash of yellow. Something isn't right. My feet are already in motion before my brain catches up. Sure enough, it is a Golden-crowned Kinglet caught up in the burrs of the burdock plant gone to winter seed.

Kinglets are gleaners of the high tree-tops and to see one fluttering two feet above ground is not so normal.

KingletSuddenly my hands are too large and clumsy. The burr, that has impaled the underside of the Kinglet has turned his leg red with blood. How long he has fluttered upside down trying to beat his way free makes me ill to think.

Inside now, I cut, with tiny manicure scissors, the spurs of the burdock seed head away from feathers and downy underside. He is still with fear and exhaustion. I take the opportunity to remove the fine splinter-like shafts as best as I can and gently nudge a tissue into what I am guessing is the wound area. 

Not sure what to do next, we both just sit quietly, my hands covering such a tiny thing. His heartbeat I can feel and my hands, having come in from the cold, are tingling with a rush of blood and now they have that strange firey heat. And so we sit, neither of us moving, just feeling blood, heat and heartbeat.

And then he stirs, the smallest amount of softness in my hands. Then a bit more. I take a peek in my cupped hands, his eyes are open. We sit quietly.

Then, true movement. He sits up and his world changes and so we move into action. I go upstairs and ask my husband to call the wildlife rescue. Their office, it turns out, is not far from us.  As he is on the phone, I take another peek, he is so small in my hands, but he is looking up at me with such a spark in his eye and he ruffles a bit of red-orange under his golden crown. "I'm good to go", he says but I am not listening. I am still back with the bloodied leg, the burr, the awful upside down fluttering and I am in the future, worrying about the wound and how he will survive the night.

But my legs are walking me to the door and outside now, I crouch low to the ground and open my hands. He is attentive to the sunshine and the air. His intensity is not focused on me but out there. He's off. A few feet. Sits in the driveway, a tiny thing, no bigger than a leaf. And then, flying he settles on the lower branches of a hemlock. He pauses for several minutes. The orientation of what was into the now. He's away and gleaning the tops of the shrubs.

He is correct. We continue. This intermission is over, how long in all, I do not know. But now, I turn and cut down all the burdock seed heads on my property and set a fire in the firepit. There aren't many to burn, but enough to be able to sit in the sun with the dog and enjoy the afternoon light.


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The Great Crow Party is Finished!

I am very happy to announce that "The Great Crow Party" is finished. And what a fun day to make that announcement!

For those of you who have shown such support and interest, you can now purchase the book on Amazon or here at CreateSpace, the self-publishing company. (The only difference being is that Susan and I will get more money per book with CreateSpace than Amazon.)

A big thank you to everyone who kept us going us with their enthusiasm and unwavering support! We couldn't have done it without you!











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