You’re getting weak, Old Sun. Not so long ago your slightest touch would set my skin aflame But now … You’re getting weak, Old Sun. And Winter, he’s coming for you, and I don’t know if you have the stones to see him off anymore. I think maybe you threw your weight around a little […]
I’ve been doing a lot of thinking – again – about how science and materiality have utterly trumped mystery. Well, it’s a sore spot and no mistake. I’ve been reading a book by David Abram called Becoming Animal, and he devoted quite a bit of ink to this idea as well. (I’m hugely enjoying Abram’s
Desperate times call for … a mother who can invent. We’ve been in a drought for a while, and it’s getting pretty … grim. Seemed the only way we could get any rain at all when there was any in the area was for me to go outside and hurl insults up at the sky,
I live in a world that grooves, gyrates, syncopates, and funks to the rhythm in my bones. A couple decades ago, during a time of ridiculous stress, I developed a heart arrhythmia that gave me a spot of bother. The heart specialist showed me the EKG readout, pointing out that one of my ventricles was
I am a night-lover, a moon-chaser, a star-gazer, an aurora-guzzler … Yep, I am one spacey cadet. And I do not get out under a naked sky on a lunedark night nearly often enough. Lunedark? Is that not a word? I beg to differ. My friend Sam Knutson recently recommended a book to me called
The land has stories to tell for those who are willing to listen. It’s not a quick and easy process. You have to learn to hear them, and earn their trust. But through the Shamanic work I am doing, I am learning to use my ears in another new way, and the Land Spirits are
I did something recently that scared the shit out of me, but ended up really, really good anyway. I don’t need to elaborate, much anyway, because really, it’s kind of a universal idea. I knew I needed to do a thing, figured out a way to make it happen, sewed an extra pocket into the
Photo by Matt Neely, 2017 Solar Eclipse, used with permission One can be a single unit or a sum greater than its parts We are, each of us, One and sometimes two become One But the power of the individual is in the ability to share a vision a mission or a life We are
The Big Secret is, secrets are dumb and we are better than that. People who want to have secrets are people who want power over others. Anybody who says to you, “Yes, I can teach you the secrets of blah blah blah universal blah blah blah, sign up for my $6000 course,” might be taking
I’ve been reading and thinking about the Pyramids. You know the ones, pointy, crumbling, surrounded by desert, associated with dead kings and such, Yeah, those pyramids. Valley of the Kings type pyramids. Scientists, archaeologists, engineers, architects, mystics, Egyptologists, and crackpots have been trying to figure out for literally centuries, how they did that. How the
