Lava Heart

It was once very hot here on the North side of Mt. Shasta — when the for­mer peak of Shastina landed in what would, one day, be my yard.  The rock, the heart — a poem in chalk to blow away, like those ashes to ashes, dust to dust . . .

Dona­tions and con­nec­tions from the many to each other,
in even a tiny way, can cre­ate big shifts.
So please share Con­sider This . . .
with any­one else whom you want to con­sider these con­nec­tions and insights.