by Becca Kunz | May 21, 2020 | Of the Spirit, Uncategorized, Wild Things
Of the evenings when I’m out on my favorite trail with my dog Nalii and we hear the coyotes start to call. They’ve been speaking to us. Sometimes their call sounds distant. Sometimes they sound like they are on our tail. Coyotes have come out for their nightly prowl....
by Becca Kunz | Jan 7, 2019 | Art, Of the Spirit, Uncategorized
As I have developed as an artist I have come to believe that our creativity is not something we can necessarily own, or take credit for. I find it to be something of an impulse, something living within us. Like a deep well, is it is something we can all can partake...
by Becca Kunz | Dec 15, 2017 | Art, Of the Spirit, Parenting, Uncategorized
It has been 10 years since I had a really good visit with my dear friend, my painting easel. AND, it has been 10 years since my first child was born. It’s no coincidence that my easel has been in the dusty corner of my shed for these past 10 years. In this time...
by Becca Kunz | Aug 17, 2017 | Homeschool, Of the Spirit, Parenting, Uncategorized
Sometimes I find myself wondering “how did we come to walk this path…out in these high hills, surrounded by dirt, removed from the green landscapes and comforts we grew up knowing”? My husband and I left our families some twenty years ago, left our...
by Becca Kunz | Oct 17, 2016 | Of the Spirit, Wild Things, Wildcraft
Pink quartz scattered at our feet, we walked up the rocky hill. Past the old tree house, criss crossing between junipers and piñons, we made our way through the golden autumn light. We had been on a hunt for piñon pine resin, or cured pine sap, found on the trunks...
by becca | Sep 25, 2011 | Family, Of the Spirit, Uncategorized
My great grandmother, Thelma Muskrat Lee, was born and raised in Oklahoma on what is now called the Grand Lake of the Cherokees. This is where my great grandmother and great grandfather met and lived out their lives. They lived on this land before there was a lake. ...
