Reaching for the sky just to surrender

Equinox greetings. The high desert is blooming marvellous.

Festival of colours/festival of love

Let this Holi be a time when we change not only the colour of our faces, but the colour of our hearts.

Let us not just play Holi but become our divine nature: holy

Love and joy to all!

Promise of things to come

On this full worm moon, and the festival of Holi, I discover the first oh! so surreptitious, delicate hints of Queen of the Night tulips

Grateful to see these as I was beginning to fear that the bulbs I had ordered online were not going to produce life.

Full disclosure: I removed a light top layer of soil in my anxiety. Yes, I am that farmer who goes out and pulls up the carrots to check on their progress. Oh me of little faith, and much impatience, maybe.

Full worm moon

Mahealani accompanied me home. This is the last winter moon, when the worms begin to stir.