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Messengers of Grace: A Hummingbird’s Song

The moment I stepped out the door, the familiar twittering in the tree caught my attention and I smiled. For a couple weeks now, when I emerge from the house to greet the morning, I am met by the song of a lone hummingbird. The miniature fellow, who comes throughout the day to the red

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The Hunter of Vision

In the morning quiet of the cottage, I sat in the high backed French armchair turned to face my small altar in the living room, lit with a golden beeswax pillar and a flickering tea light in a purple and gold glass holder. In its current incarnation, the altar is a small, hand carved wooden

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The Shaman of Stars

I wake in the night to a pale glow of moonlight illuminating the thick linen draperies, as if they were somehow spun of the luminous pearl outside in the heavens. Freshly emerged from the cocoon of the Dreamtime, still wrapped in silken images and the warm breath of feelings, I drink in the quietude of my bedroom

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Meanwhile, Back In The Kitchen

The small, emerald padrón peppers available last week at the vendor’s stand are gone, so instead I scoop up two big handfuls of pale green, slightly wrinkled guandilla peppers and place them into a bag. I adore these slim, elongated chiles that in their immature green stage have a very mild pungency. They remind me somehow

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Offerings from the Heart: Four Years of SAJ

Outside the front windows of my cottage, a small juvenile Anna’s hummingbird perches at the red glass feeder that hangs by a slim chain, his emerald feathers and fuchsia-colored head nearly incandescent in the soft morning haze of clouded light. Observing him from my chair in the living room, my heart lifts in a quiet song

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