Friday, December 30, 2016

Sunday, January 5, 2014



Burros are known for their strength and service, and when something seems dangerous to them they swiftly dig their heels into the ground and don't budge.  Brave New Burro courageously moves towards the challenge of bringing an uncommon creative vision to fruition with Ben Wright on tuba, Dylan Pappert on valve trombone, Peter Halter on the drums, Joel Ricci on trumpet and singer Ivy Ricci on ukulele, guitar, & bass drum.

After playing with the Taos members two winter solstices ago and then again at Larry & Sare's wedding this summer in Portland, Oregon, the Riccis knew they needed to pack south and lay down some tracks with these wildcards ASAP.  So after they finished cutting grapes in France, they drove here from the Pacific Northwest via the wilds of Idaho, Utah and Colorado to commence this brave new project.

Sometimes late1920s torch, sometimes Tucson porch, sometimes New Orleans, sometimes something straight from a dream, BNB is turning out to be no ordinary brass band.  This band is living proof of what it sounds like to heed the creative call.

BNB is in the process of recording their first collection of songs, all original material written by Ivy Ricci.  Their future is unknown, so don't miss this special sneak preview of what these guys are up to.


Joel and Ivy are refugee home-makers, hearth-huggers who have been on the road for almost 2 years!  Joel plays trumpet and guitar, Ivy plays ukulele and guitar, and they sing together as only a married duo can.

They travel with sourdough starter, heirloom seeds, and original songs.  These two have made their way to Taos to collaborate with some of the good folks here, and their harmonies and love are unstoppable.

Monday, May 13, 2013

The Wisdom in Weeding

There are so many ways to weed.  Here at 3 Creeks, the home and haven of Gigi Coyle and Win Phelps, I have the charge of weeding the 'gate garden', which is planted with corn, beans, squash, and sunflowers (and maybe some rogue cilantro!).
I can choose to pick the tops of the weeds off, or dig a little with a spade to get to the root, or rake an area with gloved fingers to unearth and sift out weeds that are young enough, before they interfere with the sprouts
that have been intentionally planted.
I used to detest weeding.  I considered all little plants worthy and beautiful, and just as I welcome a full range of human emotion, I welcome all these little growing things, but that does not mean they all get to stick around.  When I weed, I bow down to the beauty and tenacity of the little buggers, but now I LOVE pulling them out, especially from the ROOT.  Not only does that give me the satisfaction of having done a weeding job that will last, it also serves as a vivacious metaphor for habits of mind.
As I weed, I engage with a subtle ritual of dismantling volunteer thoughts that interfere with the thoughts that I nurture and water so that my mind and heart may ultimately become a source and force for nourishment, just as the beans, corn, squash will eventually feed the residents here at 3 creeks.
Through the process of sitting meditation that my dear friend and partner in ridiculousness, Heather Heintz, and I practice each morning here, I have an opportunity to travel to the roots of the mental weeds that present themselves.
How do I know if it's a weed?  Don't always.  Luckily, they come back again and again.  Eventually they must make themselves clearly known for what they produce.
Happy Weeding!!!!

Monday, February 4, 2013

Selector Projector

The project of yoga is to become aware of the ways in which we project-to cultivate an observing mind which recognizes all things as they truly are, a precious part of the One.

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Persephone's Prayers

Watching wind 
of winter
through trees
combing leaves
stirring dust 
off Ground
without sound
Half wagon
leaned on wood pile
Arranged with abandon
next to tree
with ladder 
for climbing 
for viewing 
bird's nest
after spring
after snow has 
been shaken 
from wings
Sway of trunks
to east and west
Allows for quiet 
lumbering rest
As Demeter descends
to gather her daughter
Persephone's prayers 
will be answered in