This is not Palo Santo…
This is not Palo Santo. Nothing against that beautiful plant, but it doesn’t live here, and I realize I don’t even know what it looks like! A quick google search turns up almost exclusively pics of sticks for sale. But palo santo isn’t a stick ~...
Autumn Grief
The flowers have all faded, the seeds scattered to the wind and to be swallowed by the ground; the moisture has evaporated and leaves burnt by the sun hang on by a mere thread before casting themselves off to die and become mulch and eventually new soil…
Voice of the Earth
And still there are places where the pika squeak and thrive, where cold-loving evergreens reach toward the sky, where wild mountain waters run under stone through creases in alpine meadows… . . . …But even those pikas are threatened, so many of the trees have been lost to beetle-kill and other blight, and the waters are low, the snows shallow…
Moon Neighbor
I peeked outside my window to see a nearby porch light on. It brought me a moment of comfort and joy (as any good neighbor does), until I realized, “I’m out in the middle of nowhere with nothing but stars and silence!” And then I saw: the moon,...
Liminal Insight
(aka, losing our marbles…) TRUSTING THE WILD MIND: A LISTENING PRACTICE… I was thinking about wild mind last night, remembering how vital it feels to slip out of rational, plotting, methodical thinking, to let the mind wander and expand and take journeys...ABOUT
Ariana Saraha is a singer & musician based in the mountains of Colorado with a passion for pathos, primordial beauty, and the natural world. Whether writing, singing, or drumming, her mission is to invite us into the much wilder world beyond the trappings of civilization and the accepted meanderings of the mundane mind. She is working on a new album, From the Wild, and a book of musings to accompany it.