EdenWold Update


The center of “Little Bear Hill” at the new EdenLight Garden.  The front rock is about 600 lbs.


Another view of the bulb garden at EdenLight from mid December.   It’s much greener now.


The ‘EdenWold’ Trilogy is my most joyful creative focus in the past year.

With the comfort of EdenLight Garden having a new home at the Indian Valley Campus of the College of Marin, the books have been unfolding at a level I hadn’t experienced before.

In the garden, against a curved hillside, I completed a series of  intersecting dry stacked stone planter beds, totaling a little over a hundred feet of wall.     In them I planted about 2000 bulbs, including all kinds of Narcissus (Daffodils, Tazettas, Paperwhites, miniatures), Freesias, Dutch Iris, Allium, Ixia, Grape Hyacinth, and misc. others that should naturalize.    I also mixed in a variety of local wildflowers, including native ferns and about 50 Douglas Iris and Iris microsiphon.     In the center is a large heart of about 200 Amaryllis belladonna – the Naked Lady – which is now green with foliage, and in August will be pink with the candy scented blossoms: the two heart chakra colors.    There are also several giant Scilla, that send up 5′ spires of white blooms.     Off center in the heart is a simple ‘sculpture’ of 2 rocks that look like a little bear, so I’ve called this part of EdenLight “Little Bear Hill.”

We’re having good rains this winter and many of the bulbs are already showing their noses and buds.

Those being “put to bed”, it is the books which are receiving the most fertile assistance from the Spirit muses.

The Trilogy, titled “EdenWold, Tales from the New Earth”, are separately titled: ‘In the Beginning’ ,  ‘Being the Becoming’,   and ‘Worlds Without End’.

‘Worlds Without End’ is becoming so long, I’m going to have to redivide the ‘beginnings’.

Most notably, while much of the narrative came to me while out in the woods or up on Mt. Burdell at night, a lot of recent material has appeared while dreaming in bed.

Even more fun, is how this is increasingly synchronous with my waking life.

I was working on a chapter that incorporates the game of golf into EdenWold.    Though I don’t golf, I’ve known many people who considered being on the golf course their idea of Heaven.     My late father in law Ed Koepke had 5 holes in one on the NCR Golf Course in Dayton, Ohio.     My brother in law, Dave, 69, and a survivor of brutal cancer, still shoots in the 70s.     My son in law, Andy Staples, who lives in Phoenix, lives his dream designing and building golf courses all over America.    He has copyrighted a program called “Community Links” which incorporates activities other than golf itself into what are generally beautiful venues that are increasingly challenged to attract municipal funding.

The other morning, ideas for the golf chapter were popping up in a dream, including a cameo for Andy.    When I woke up, only minutes later, I saw on the face of my cell phone  a text from Andy, saying: “Hey, Dad, do you want to have lunch in Mill Valley tomorrow?”    I don’t get to see him, or my daughter Ashley and their three boys, often enough.

We had a great lunch at Joe’s Taco Lounge next door to the 2 AM Club, which was featured on the cover of Huey Lewis’ “Sports” album.    Mill Valley has hired Andy to consult on a remodel of the municipal Mill Valley Golf Course.     A non-coincidental side bar to the synchronicity was,  I had been trying to contact my friend Evy McPherson, who lives nearby, but hadn’t heard back yet.    I got there at 11:15, and Joe’s didn’t open until 11:30.    Not quite sure what time Andy was going to get there, I was texting him, looked up, there he was coming down the sidewalk texting me, and there was Evy in the nail spa next to Joe’s watching both of us.

It is clear to me that the quality of my writing skills have improved over many years of unpublished practice.     I started EdenWold in 2011.     As the narrative approaches completion, I know there are several new things to look forward to:    A massive re-edit, and that funk I generally go into when I’ve completed a creative project I’ve been joyfully immersed in.    It was no different with pieces of sculpture that took a year to complete.

Of course I hope to share EdenWold with the ‘real’ world, which means getting published one way or the other.     Something I believe is more than just my ego, believes the planet needs this kind of engagingly positive input.    It needs it more than ever in human history, for there is really no guarantee the ‘human experiment’ will be successful.    It requires a racial commitment to something that is being seriously threatened by what can only be described as ‘The Dark Side.’     There is no reason to descend into personal darkness, when the One Light, of which the darkness is but a part (with its own agenda) is in every cell of our bodies.     Every second is a choice, and we must each decide who is doing that choosing for us.     The rampant wholesale distractions of discouragement need not prevail.

I am in conversation with my friend Laura Almada, a gifted artist and mystic in her own right, to illustrate the three book covers.     Laura taught me the power of crystals and minerals, and more importantly to know that all such aids are but “training wheels for the mind.”  I know I’m capable of doing the covers, but  believe she will do a more magical job – because she is very good and dreams in her creations as well.

Before heading back to their home in Edenholm, the expeditionary force of Dragon, and his complement of a dozen passengers (who aren’t all the original cast of characters he began with), and who have been long on the sky road, are unknowingly about to rediscover Chaco Canyon, which Girl had briefly transported them in and out of when she took them to Charyn Canyon in Kazakhstan to meet some historically important humans.

I’m not yet sure who will be there when they arrive.



It has only taken me seventy years to begin to grasp the elegant truth in the writings and teachings of ancient – yet timeless – mystics like Lao Tzu or Rumi.

My current favorite is this concise and all encompassing metaphor from Rumi, the Thirteenth Century Persian poet:

“You are not a drop in the ocean.

You are the ocean in a drop.”

I only wish I could have come up with such a brilliant and fat free description of the God within us all.