Poem: Chumash Dream

Hiked the trail down to the Chumash fire pit.

Threw spiritual logs into the fire.

Felt the native spirit in the air, the supernatural

among the trees, rocks and the Santa Ynez sky.

I can hear the drums, the tribal voices,

the chants, the smoking flames.

The energy is released at the dancing fire,

feeling lighter and revitalized.

The powerful hawks soar overhead,

the owls hoot, crickets sing.

The mountains are gripping me,

bringing me closer to the core of renewal.

Spark me up  burning embers.

Take my soul higher.

Revitalize my Native American spirit,

opening heart chakra, connecting, forging the past.

Make my warrior hands strong and clean.


Freelance writer, poet, yogi and photographer from Santa Barbara, California. I write and take pictures about a variety of topics, from my early childhood in Philadelphia, to my years as a family therapist, and finally to my soul-searching years in California. The things that move me may have a humorous or serious content or both. Either way, I hope my poetry, pictures and stories resonate with you.

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