To Everything There Is A Season

  Hi friends, after an extra long, mostly unexpected hiatus I have returned just as the wildflowers do each spring. This winter was long, and hard in many ways, but spring blossomed with bright, new beginnings, many of which I look forward to sharing more of here. In the time I’ve been away I’ve completed several astrology courses with teachers and mentors; Debra Silverman, Chani Nicholas, and Sarah Gordon as well as a Lunar Prana Vinyasa (yoga) teacher training with Monica Mesa Dasi and Devon Sweeney, and will embark on another (yin) yoga teacher training scheduled later this month. New…

Cattle cause traffic during a cattle drive in a small Colorado town. ©Victoria Lise 2018.

Fall Cattle Drive

Cattle drives are a common scene here in the valley. A valley rich in ranching history. Many of these families have weathered generations of harsh climate and tough work.  As the weather changes, the cattle is herded down valley, where the altitude is lower and the snow doesn’t accumulate quite like it does in the Butte. In cities, cars cause the traffic, in mountain towns, cattle do. Hundreds of vocal cows travel the roadways with ranchers on horseback and cattle dogs in tow. The horses hooves on the asphalt, mixed with the cowboys whistle, and mooing cows make a song…

Aspens diverse color palette along Kebler Pass, Colorado. ©Victoria Lise 2018.

Autumns Aura

Although Aspen trees are one living organism connected through their root system, they still strut their individuality, mostly visible within their changing leaves and watchful eyes. Without Aspens, Autumn wouldn’t have the same aura around here. The vividness of color can be electrifying, soulful, and sensationally stimulating.  Pine trees keep their deep timbre-green needles the whole year through, offering not only contrast but a grand compliment to their fellow community grove members. What a lovely, harmonious relationship.  The leaves have now fallen, decorating trails along the valley floor like rose petals often do a wedding aisle, leaving the faintest scent…