Sitting Bull the great Hunkpapa Lakota leader who saw a great vision and defeated General Custer at the Battle of Little Big Horn.

Appearances can be deceiving. The Bee Keeper humbly stewards those tiny creatures that hold the balance of Nature herself in their hands. Fierce and Strong he guides them in unity and bounty.

Chief Joseph of the Nez Pierce tribe. Famously evaded the US Army until capture where the words, “I will fight no more forever”, were attributed to him.

Deer Shaman waits. He is wise. Careful. Aware. He waits on the edge of the wood. He calls in the spirits before you even knew you needed them.

The Alchemist is the designer of his own transformation. Solve et Coagula. To distill the dross of self into the lux of gold is the Work. This Shaman has many disciplines to teach.

The Tiwa word for Black Buffalo is “Kun Funa”. This was my grandfather’s Indian Name. He was the first Native American B-24 bomber pilot to fly in WWII. He was an incredible silver smith and artist himself. He was my teacher and he grew incredible tomatoes. This painting is dedicated to him.

I really do love succulents and especially this aloe vera plant. A true plant ally to humans this plant is known to heal burns and sooth upset skin. When I see it I see the symbiosis of human and plant ally in this beautiful succulent.

One day while walking in the arboretum I discovered a beautiful trumpet vine hanging over some barrel cactus. It was a beautiful example of natures pallet and these are the colors that wanted to express.

The Hoodoo Queen awaits your question. She sees much. She doesn’t judge. Here she pulls a card to answer a question about your love. She walks in love. Big love. Chuparosa love. Will you listen to what secrets she has to tell?

I wonder what this Jackrabbit is waiting for? Perhaps a sip of morning dew? To bask in the sun? To hear what the wind whispers? I wonder.

Crow Shaman holds the pipe of peace as he walks the edge between this world and the other. A master of magic he is wise and ever looking for ways to help the people of Earth.

One warm sunny day as I walked the grounds of a winery in Napa I saw the most beautiful purple iris flowers. They reminded me of my mother who used to plant them all the time. They have such depth and hue and take me to other worlds.

Coyote. Trickster. Tricky. Wise. Funny. Have you ever heard him howl at the full moon? Perhaps lull you to sleep? Tell you stories about the secrets of the desert? He will. You just have to listen.

These are two of my most favorite flowers. Together they are amazing and colorful and make your heart sing with their delicate beauty.

This Hamza hangs above my door. Hand of Fatima. Five pillars. Protection from the wicked desert winds.

Sacred white sage. California smoke calls in the ancestors. Strong. Protective. Clearing.

Protection against the evil eye. Nazir. It is why our doors and windows are blue. Why we love the turquoise sky.

Corn Maiden gives life. Her green shoots are like gold in the desert. We honor the gifts of corn and give our thanks with the pollen.

Owl Shaman beats his Summer Solstice drum and whistles in the stars. He can see in the dark. He can whisper clarity to you under the night sky.

Jackrabbit runs fast across the desert jumping under cactus and thorny bush. Dashing from shadow to shadow and then becoming as still as a stone. His message to you is to react quickly and with precision and then wait out the fear. He senses all.