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
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
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
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’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
