I Want to Be a Mockingbird 2024

My favorite places have always been filled with trees and mockingbirds.

Even when they sing me awake at 4 am, I thrill to their voices. I hope you enjoy this tribute to birdsong and beauty.

With over 200 songs, mockingbirds fill their worlds with joyful sound.

May they sing for you always.

After the Rain

Iwant to be a mockingbird trilling a hundred songs to the morning sun.

Pine Hills, CA

Santa Barbara, CA

Iwant to toss light into the world with shards of stories shaped by color and words.

Iwant to shout into the canyons of the world: “I come in peace, bearing gifts.”

Cuyamaca Mountains, CA

Palomar Mountain, CA

Granary Tree

Iwant to discover petroglyph walls telling me stories of the people who came before.

Iwant to sit by a stream until a sister being joins me.

Chiapas, MX

Lake Camecuaro, MX

Iwant to light a campfire from offerings of trees filled with crisp mountain air.

Truckee River, Reno, NV

Iwant to make tea, just for me, in a dented pot over a fire made with just one match.

Yellowstone

Lake Almanor, CA

Table Mountain Morning

Tree Art

Desert Wind

The Dawning

Iwant to huddle in front of that glowing fire, sharing tales of wonder, whales, and buffalo babies. Yellowstone

Lake Almanor, CA

Iwant to be a soft vessel, made of earth, holding and sharing the beauty around me

Spring Black Oak Leaves

Iwant to sway gently with life, gathering its pebbles of wisdom on every walk.

Iwant to grow in sunset’s shimmering light, grateful for the rushing waters of generosity.

CA

Lake Almanor,

Iwant to turn away softly when the light fades and there is no reason to remain.

want to return in joy to a place I don’t remember being.

But, what I truly want is to know what could I possibly give a tree?

Ajijic, MX

I want to be a mockingbird trilling a hundred songs to the morning sun.

I want to toss light into the world with shards of stories shaped by color and words.

I want to shout into the canyons of the world: “I come in peace, bearing gifts.”

I want to explore darkness and light, held close by trees and rocks, water and sky.

I want to discover petroglyph walls telling me stories of the people who came before.

I want to sit by a stream until a sister being joins me.

I want to light a campfire from offerings of trees filled with crisp mountain air.

I want to make tea, just for me, in a dented pot over a fire made with just one match.

I want to huddle in front of that glowing fire, sharing tales of wonder, whales, and buffalo babies.

I want to be a soft vessel, made of earth, holding and sharing the beauty around me.

I want to sway gently with life, gathering its pebbles of wisdom on every walk.

I want to grow in sunset’s shimmering light, grateful for the rushing waters of generosity.

I want to turn away softly when the light fades and there is no reason to remain.

I want to return in joy to a place I don’t remember being.

But, what I truly want is to know what could I possibly give a tree?

Truckee River, Reno, NV