I am perched in a stone cottage high above the sea. Mountain surround me on all sides like a vessel. From outside my door, mountains rolling out to the sea. The mountain side plunges open, a meandering gorge sliced down…

Among a number of teachers with remarkable qualities and habits, at a high school I once taught at, Miss Davis stood out for two qualities. Her hair styles and being a good listener. One day she looked adorable with her…

A woman must know the pulse of the mountain as her own blood. She must hear the tide of the ocean swelling with her own ravage fertility. Her blood desires like a flower opening to the other. There are those…

Starting August 1, my new documentary, The Dreamers and I, will air on many of the approximately 250 public television stations in the U.S. We raised funding to hire a company that specializes in "station relations:" encouraging station programmers to…

Vince woke up in the night canyon, his head still on his backpack. Rustling sounds in the bushes made his hair stand on end. After a minute, the rustlings could no longer be heard. More scared of me than I…

Beyond the heart’s flare….. …Winds a golden stair….. …is the Land of Aware….. …there is none to compare…. ….Life has so much to share… Etc…etc…..so reader beware? Our language invites poetry, as I suppose all languages do, since, in my…

So, who knew? Who knew that moving from the paradisical palm tree laden San Francisco to lushly green and decidedly deciduous embrace of Michigan would result in what’s been happening to my body these past two weeks? I now live…

I pulled a tarot card asking if I should go further into the mountains or go back to the city. I am so scared to go into this deeper solitude. I am not sure if I will be able to…

The shape of sleep-->the shape of slee... ...ha ha ho ho ha ha hee I dreamed a wild & weirdy dream Where mushroom rain fell down on me! When I awoke, what did I see? Millions of mushrooms on a…

one. two. she savors the plume of her exhale as it obscures the treeline. three. then, a thousand. she rolls her neck all the way back, as if she was craning to see out of the sunroof, but it's just…

After optioning the film rights to a novel, I remember giving the author a book about screenwriting. My intention was to help her understand the process we were going to go through as we adapted it into a screenplay. But…

In good traffic, my house on the Boardwalk is only 8 minutes north of the Golden Gate Bridge. Not “the country” by any means, but it does border a 600-acre primal salt marsh that is home to California’s largest population…