This song is true. The first two verses are about people I knew who recently took their own lives. The third verse is what I hope will become more and more true. Eckhart Tolle’s remarkable book, “The Power of Now,” recommends becoming an observer of our thoughts. Feeling something difficult? Take a step back and […]
It’s time, and it’s about time. It’s always all about time. Time is one of the oceans we live in. Sound is the other. Both are, apparently, as close to infinite as it gets. You just can’t run out of sound. You can run out of things to say, but you’re still making noise. Breathing,
Journey and journal come from the same root, but by slightly different routes. The Latin word diurnum means “daily portion.” The English word is a combination of the French journee, meaning daily travel for work, and the old English word diurnal, which has come to mean the day divided by daylight and dark. The combination
I was in a car accident when I was four. No, I wasn’t driving. My mom was driving. I was in the back seat, rattling around like a marble in a shoe box, because there were no seat belts in back seats at that time–there weren’t even many seat belts in front seats in 1968.
Music is Medicine. Oh, not the pharmaceutical kind where you pop a tune and it puts a band-aid over your symptoms but you gain 10 pounds and you have lots of dry mouth but no orgasms. Not that kind of medicine. It’s the kind of medicine that you get from a Shaman, who shakes a
I have a former step-nephew-in-law (gotta love these blended/extended families) who probably died this week, a victim of Hurricane Irma. His family was being evacuated, but he refused to go. He believed that the government had ordered him to defuse a bomb, so he fought evacuation assistance and ran. The family was given a choice:
I sing to my clients. I sing to call in guides and angels, or to connect with their higher selves. I sing because it seems more powerful to me than just speaking the words. And my clients tell me it makes what I do seem so mystic, so special, so magical, so holy. But when
I fell in love with the guitar when I was three years old. My parents let me stay up late to watch the Smothers Brothers one night, and the minute Tommy Smothers walked out with that big blonde Guild of his, I was hooked. “What is that?” “That’s a guitar, honey.” “Can I have one?”
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I haven’t been camera-shy my whole life; I have been camera-phobic. Terrified of having my picture taken, not because I was afraid I’d lose a piece of my soul. I just didn’t want to see how I looked. Like many women, I am my own worst critic. Used to be when people said they thought
We had a partial eclipse here in Iowa. Sure, I could have gone a few hours south and seen a total one, and that would have been cool. But I work where I live, and I bloom where I am planted. And it was, honestly, pretty anti-climactic. But that’s alright. Michael and I had fun
