Glen Ivy Moon

Glen Ivy Moon

The Old Glen Ivy Inn

I lived in an old inn
whose balconied stories
rode the heaving surf of the hillside
like a tall ship with many masts,
square-rigged,
riding at anchor
above the valley floor.
Old-fashioned windows hinged
like wings you could shove open
to the winking moonlight. Gables
gave portholes to the ragged roofline,
and there was something in the way
the bow breached the air
over the hill that made the old
home seem to hove to and rock
in the wind. Hundred year old
Washington Palms rattled
their dry skirts and slid their slim
gray hips from side to side
like old hula dancers
who never forgot their moves.
A pair of white owls flew
up out of the dark, perched
on the top balcony’s high
rigging, then sailed off, their twin
faces holding the moon.
In those days, I often
kept the dawn watch,
that still, dark hour when the cool
mountain breeze flowed downhill
and rocked the great ship in its arms,
before the sun struck my windowpane
with its hammer blows of gold.

–Sandy Jensen

Where Does Art Come From?

Art returned today
slipped in while I wasn’t looking.
One moment the canvas seemed
a fine white cottonwood with colbalt shadows
that must fall just so.

The next moment, a yellow square
unbidden –
and a sheer purple glaze
blending space to unify
a pale skeletal snag,
roaring smoke,
fire and sky.

This is new art
and I ask
myself once again-
where does art come from?
I look under my skin; I look at
the memories of artists past.
I ask my sisters, my brothers, my mother,
and I ask my friends.
Where does art come from?





When Friday The 13th Turns Bad

The Utterly Fantastic Smoking Orange Volcanos

This is what happens in the dead of winter in the Pacific Northwest. The gray, the rain and the moss finally drive artists to total distraction and we find a way to escape to some warm, strange new land. In search of new experiences, Cheryl and Tom launch thier canoe into the previously unexplored lake of the Smoking Orange Volcanos.

Totem Duck

I am a student of Michael Harner, the famous teacher of shamanic journeying. During my first successful journey to the underworld I met my totem animal. This duck is unlike any I have ever seen with my binoculars. He remains in my consciousness after 15 years. I never fail to pause and watch ducks and I always remember that I have a special connection with them. They have something to tell me – usually to remind me that I am not separate from nature. A short 3 mile hike through a local wetland can reveal not only ducks but flickers, sapsuckers, redwinged blackbirds, herons, egrets, bald eagles and much more.

Earth Mandala With Tree Forms

Larimer Eyeglasses

12/28/08 Crazy Larimer Eyeglasses, a hermit for over 20 years, holed up in a cabin in Estes Park. Known to be a brilliant but mad professor, he finally broke his solitude to have a chance to eat, drink and talk with the reknown Shakespearean scholar, Peter Jensen. Rumors that Larimer might do harm to visitors proved to be false when professor Jensen was found unharmed drinking a latte and eating croissants while sketching in his journal at an Estes Park coffee shop.