The Hunter Moon

As light wanes and the land lets go of the fervent growing season, autumn reminds us of the endless cycle of life. We slip into shadow and encroaching quiet, a time to banish negativity from your life. This moon embodies the spirit of the full October moon, the Hunter, created with the ash of prairie […]

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The In-Between Season

We don’t have too many foggy days on the prairie, quite the opposite really, it’s usually clear with strong sun. But we are in an in-between place for a short while as winter gives way to something new. An invitation to pause and appreciate its rarity. […]

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The Wandering Moon

A piece to honor the moon cycles at St Brigid’s Day –  the half way point between the winter solstice and spring equinox – and the traditional start of a new agricultural year. For centuries, those in-tune to the land have cast their eyes to the changing moon to forecast auspicious days for sowing and […]

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St Brigid’s Eve

Tonight is St Brigid’s Eve and my strips of cloth are ready for the saint to bless as she passes. It is said she gifts them with healing. Some of the cloth will make its way into art to embody the spirit of hope and renewal. St Brigid’s Day marks the beginning of a new […]

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Prairie in Four Seasons

Indian grass stars in this exploration of the seasons, an examination of wild prairie grass thriving in all conditions. The prairie is not for weak-hearted things. Life endures bitter cold, drought, strong wind, and searing heat but plants adapt, grow deep roots, do what they must not only to survive, but thrive. That frontier spirit is what […]

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Prairie Seed Pod

I’ve been contemplating how wild seeds germinate and grow, some needing ice and cold stratification. Enduring difficulties prepares them for growth on the prairie.  There is something quite magical about small things growing into greatness despite difficulties. My rendition of a prairie seed is made with stone texture, embedded grain, paint, rust and earth pigments […]

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Return of the Sun

This rising sun was born on the longest night, the tipping point of dark versus light. I attached sprigs of freshly cut evergreen cedar and set it under the prairie moon to rest in the night’s darkness to greet the rising sun of the winter solstice. Even though we still have long nights ahead, there […]

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Murmuration of Blackbirds

Murmurations are mystery incarnate to me. Forming to swoop over prairie fields picking at fallen grain, their structure and form mesmerizes. I’ll stop what I’m doing to watch. It draws me in fully. Frenetic thoughts and worries vanish, instead I am there, fully present. And maybe, that’s their gift. […]

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