A Voice of Nature

Nature Speaks

On the first day of October, 2021 the words that became Nature Speaks flooded out of me in a thundering rush. It felt very much like a potent proclamation from nature herself of a new law and order on the planet, one that comes from deep within each and every one of us when we choose to pledge allegiance to the very foundation that gives us life. I like to think of it as nature asking us to remember who’s really in charge. It became the foundation and impetus for re-creating this website anew and exemplifying the elements of creative self-expression, including aligning with nature’s ever guiding rules of freedom, unity, connection, love, growth, dissolution, harmony, balance and beauty. When I shared the words of Nature Speaks with Welsh Classical Composer, Lee Michael Walton, he suggested I record them using my voice.  We ended up collaborating, using my spoken words set to his beautiful musical composition and video compilation. The result is a poetic, visual message, a gift to all who find their way here. I can’t think of a better introduction to my work and this website, where everything is given from the heart, than Nature Speaks.  Hush…and listen…(2 mins)

Poets & Angels

In this audio message (7:55 mins), I’m reciting words from a post I wrote twelve years ago that seem even more relevant today. We artists, creatives, mystics, and poets (which, in fact, are all beings when hooked into their own infinte source) have been gearing up and gaining strength and momentum during “the in-between time” on all levels, to come out of hiding and fully anchor our energy here amongst the madness. It is this energy…this frequency of fierce love, naturalness, creativity, joy and freedom that will help to purge and stabilize wherever we go, as the ship of mediocrity, hypocrisy, falsity, negative use of technology and deception goes down. We have so much power to affect great change by our mere presence alone.  It’s time to “come out”…literally, and stake our claim upon this earth.  In the words of UK poet, S.C. Lourie:

“I wasn’t given my wings.  I had to grow my own.  I had to fight for them, protect them, breathe life into them time and time again.  They were no gift.  They are a sign of my sweat, blood, tears, faith, bravery, beauty, love. But I have made them my gift to the world.”