Great bookstore score this weekend! I found Jean Markale’s Merlin: Priest of Nature at our wonderful Haunted Bookshop–and I devoured it. It will get re-read, probably numerous times, so I don’t feel too bad about speeding my way through. Maybe I knew instinctively there was a puzzle piece in there that I had been searching […]
I work hard at being a good communicator. It hasn’t always come easily to me. I wanted to be a writer from the time I knew what a book was. Before I even knew the alphabet I was folding pieces of paper together and scribbling what I thought was convincing cursive writing on the pages
A person’s energy is a signature, as unique as a fingerprint, as recognizable as a face. I remember one day many years ago, I was sitting in the cube at a job I hated, tethered to a phone, taking endless calls from pissed-off people. My personal life was in crisis, though I cannot recall why
I’ve been working with a batch of Songwriting Mastery students, playing with chords a LOT. This chord progression came up for me after a lesson, and something in it really grabbed me. My soul sister Laura had been out walking with her squeeze one night, and he asked her, “Is that moon half full or
I’ve been tossing the B-word around here quite a bit, ancient Bards, Bardism, Bardic arts . . . And I feel a need to offer a definition of what this word means to me and why I am adopting it. A Bard is generally agreed to be someone who is of a creative nature, a
The Universe doesn’t understand “Stop sending bad boyfriends.” Or “I don’t want to be fat.” Or “Make this pain go away.” What it does respond to is, “My boyfriend is open, loving, kind, sexy, secure, compassionate, romantic, happily and gainfully employed, talented, smart, resourceful and engaged in living a life he loves.” Tall order? That
My first real exposure to anything occult was Tarot. I remember so clearly sitting on the floor of my much older boyfriend’s attic room watching him place cards from a very well-worn Thoth deck, feeling a new flavor of fascination. This was something so strange, so ancient, so spooky good, that I couldn’t stop thinking
I get many questions about Light Language. It’s not a household word, because it’s one of those modalities that was kept secret for so long. It comes from the Mayan Curandero tradition, and only recently was it sent into the world to become accessible to more practitioners. Although it has set down roots in several
Laura and I had spent my birthday in Chicago, and were headed home. It was snowing pretty hard, big, heavy flakes turning to water as soon as they hit the ground. We took Highway 88 back toward Iowa, taking it easy, knowing we needed to use some caution. About an hour outside Chicago, we began
I’ve been doing some soul-searching lately, to put some things in perspective, and hold on to my long-sought and hard-won joy. Because lately, living in America has been a joy shredder. Guilt. Oh gods, is there guilt. I should be doing more, I should be giving more money, I should be calling my idiot senators
