The Hoodoo Queen awaits your question. She sees much. She doesn’t judge. Here she pulls a card to answer a question about your love. She walks in love. Big love. Chuparosa love. Will you listen to what secrets she has to tell?
One day while walking in the arboretum I discovered a beautiful trumpet vine hanging over some barrel cactus. It was a beautiful example of natures pallet and these are the colors that wanted to express.
I wonder what this Jackrabbit is waiting for? Perhaps a sip of morning dew? To bask in the sun? To hear what the wind whispers? I wonder.
Crow Shaman holds the pipe of peace as he walks the edge between this world and the other. A master of magic he is wise and ever looking for ways to help the people of Earth.
I really do love succulents and especially this aloe vera plant. A true plant ally to humans this plant is known to heal burns and sooth upset skin. When I see it I see the symbiosis of human and plant ally in this beautiful succulent.
One warm sunny day as I walked the grounds of a winery in Napa I saw the most beautiful purple iris flowers. They reminded me of my mother who used to plant them all the time. They have such depth and hue and take me to other worlds.
Deer Shaman waits. He is wise. Careful. Aware. He waits on the edge of the wood. He calls in the spirits before you even knew you needed them.
Coyote. Trickster. Tricky. Wise. Funny. Have you ever heard him howl at the full moon? Perhaps lull you to sleep? Tell you stories about the secrets of the desert? He will. You just have to listen.
These are two of my most favorite flowers. Together they are amazing and colorful and make your heart sing with their delicate beauty.
This Hamza hangs above my door. Hand of Fatima. Five pillars. Protection from the wicked desert winds.
Sacred white sage. California smoke calls in the ancestors. Strong. Protective. Clearing.
Protection against the evil eye. Nazir. It is why our doors and windows are blue. Why we love the turquoise sky.
Corn Maiden gives life. Her green shoots are like gold in the desert. We honor the gifts of corn and give our thanks with the pollen.