Fortunate

Fortunate

As a child I was fortunate. The land was my constant companion. The soft beds of Big Sandy Creek sheltered my feet and soothed my legs. Delights hid in the murky water… snapping turtles, large catfish, and frog eyes bulging with expectancy. Insects buzzed, landed, moved on… The Dragonfly spoke a language of crisp erratic flight. Silently the wings sounded like rice paper crinkling ever so slightly in the air currents a sketchy...

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Mystery of Tubac

Mystery of Tubac

Tubac holds secrets… from long ago. Tubac is aware that the world spins erratically and holds us prisoner if we ride the outside wave. Moving toward the center allows us to clear our minds and breath. Tubac, and many communities like it, provide a haven for artistic people… where we can breath knowing we are unique but ok. I love Montana… the land is my center, in┬áTubac there is a center as well. It allows me to center myself...

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