Walking with Spirit

07/21/2025

More independent news about our River. Thank you, Molly for your courage to keep writing.🌀💦🐟

Observable pollution at Zink Dam continues amid misinformation

01/26/2025

06/18/2024

Happy Birthday Kenneth! We are so glad you were born. And we are so thankful for all that you are and all that you do for our family. 💖🧁

11/19/2022

“In the silence, there’s something sacred.”It’s a place where I dance across thresholds making effort to weave worlds of independence and interdependence. Today, I am feeling thankful to experience a love that meets me here again and again. Because it’s messy and imperfect here. May we all continue this dance with grace.🐾✨

11/11/2021

Hit me up asap if you wanna join us!

Dropping Keys 
The small man
Builds cages for everyone
He Knows.
While the sage,
Who has to duck his head
When the moon is low,
Keeps dropping keys all night long For the
Beautiful
Rowdy
Prisoners.
-Hafiz

10/03/2020

Come by today and experience all of the amazing things happening on this little corner of the Mother Road. Wear your mask, wash your hands and keep your distance, please!!

Today, Saturday, Oct. 3rd!!!! Get a preview of our space before we officially open later this Fall while we celebrate our neighbor's grand opening Decopolis, Market Day at Buck Atom's Cosmic Curios on 66 and some of our other great neighbors celebrating our corner on Route 66, Atelier MFR, Art Studio + Workshop of Michelle Firment Reid and The Sky Gallery.

We'll be offering your choice of two, 15-min short Lucia Light NeuroArt Sessions ($22 each, Flamenco driven & inspired by Picasso or Rock inspired by Tool) to give you a taste of Lucia and let you see some inner artwork, courtesy of your third eye! We'll also have a drawing and an in-person only, awesome special.

10AM-5PM

09/10/2020

The homeschool life.

08/08/2020

Feeling grateful for high vibes and open portals,, organic veggies, swallowtails, Rose of Sharon & friends who get me!

@ Gilcrease Hills

08/02/2020

I thought the earth remembered me,
she took me back so tenderly,
arranging her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds.
I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed,
nothing between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths
among the branches of the perfect trees.
All night I heard the small kingdoms
breathing around me, the insects,
and the birds who do their work in the darkness.
All night I rose and fell, as if in water,
grappling with a luminous doom. By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better.
Sleeping in the Forest Mary Oliver
@ Taylor River, CO