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BRUSH AND QUILL

  • All Together Now
  • By the Shores of an Inland Sea
  • Eyes of Wisdom
  • Journeying to Enlightenment
  • Just Breathe
  • Keeping Watch
  • Leap and the Net Will Appear
  • Loon Spirit
  • Now We Rise
  • Seeker
  • Simply Divine
  • Sometimes only a Dragon will do...
  • Spiral Tree
  • Taking the Sky Road Home
  • Unravel Yourself

THROUGH THE LENS

  • A Gathering of Scarecrows
  • At Her Royal Ease
  • August Moon
  • Barn Door and Wreath
  • Beyond All Coming and Going
  • Bird on a Wire
  • Bloodroot in Bloom
  • By Winter Crowned
  • Dew Holding the Sky
  • Fall Asters
  • Falling Water (I)
  • Falling Water (II)
  • Frog Dreams
  • Frosted
  • Greenly
  • Guardians of the Flock
  • Heart Opening Wide
  • Hepatica
  • Jack-in-the-Pulpit
  • Jewel in Summer Stillness
  • Lily of the Day
  • Lit From Within
  • Lotus Dreams
  • Monastery Bell Tower
  • Moon and Dancing Light
  • November Stream
  • Oak and Granite
  • On Night's Windy Fringes (I)
  • On Night's Windy Fringes (II)
  • Resting
  • September Morning
  • Shaman's Moon
  • Sheepish
  • Showy Lady Slipper
  • Spatterdock
  • Spirits of Springtime
  • Swallowtail
  • Tasting the Air
  • Tattered Prayers
  • The Red Umbrella
  • Thoughts of Migration
  • Three Jennys
  • Up, Up and Away
  • Water, Leaf and Stone
  • White Trillium

Wise Words

These pages, too, are nothing other than talking leaves—their insights stirred by the winds, their vitality reliant on periodic sunlight and on cool dark water seeping up from within the ground. Step into their shade. Listen close. Something other than the human mind is at play here.
David Abram, Becoming Animal

Winding river, endless mountains— the dark forest breathing mist. There is no road into the sacred place. It’s just that, the deeper you go, the more wondrous it becomes.
John Daido Loori, The True Dharma Eye

I hold the most archaic values on earth ... the fertility of the soul, the magic of the animals, the power-vision in solitude - the love and ecstasy of the dance, the common work of the tribe.
Gary Snyder

We haven’t really lost anything; we just have to tune in. The majesty of the world is always there.
Chogyam Trungpa