Sometimes we are inhaling information, and it has to become integrated before we can exhale. Creatives in particular are subject to this ebbing and flowing of inspiration – which is another word for “inhalation.” We become filled with Spirit, and if we are clever and humble, we can then allow Spirit to speak through us. […]
Dreams are a wonderful source of confusion. Most of them make no sense at all. So much nonsense. Upon waking we are mystified, horrified, amused, befuddled. But when we were in there, it made so much sense. Dream dictionaries are only moderately helpful; they are collections of the most common meanings of dream images and
We are brainwashed from near-birth into believing that we have a finite amount of time in which to live out our lives. It’s a lie. What is time? Ask 100 physicists and you’ll probably get at least 137 answers. One or two might be honest, smile ruefully and admit, “I have no idea.” It has
In times of ferocious growth, we often forget that Life does not send tests our way that we are likely to fail. Do you have any idea what the Powers That Be in the Multiverse have invested in you, just to get you physically here on the planet? Insane coincidences may have had to become
Several years ago, I was Accident Prone Girl. When I would get stressed out, overwhelmed, too busy or just plain worn out, I would have little accidents. A stumble in the driveway on the way to a gig left me bruised and scraped, but I managed to get to the gig on time and do
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
