There’s a sinkhole in the street outside our house. Michael noticed something was wrong a few years back and started calling the city. They sent a couple guys around to have a look a couple years or so ago, who spent part of an afternoon pouring water from the hydrant down the street, watching it […]
“Intention” is becoming kind of a buzzword, it’s practically jargon for the new-age. I wouldn’t say it’s cliche, because it’s foundationally important for any healing work. But I think we need to focus in on how we think about our intentions, and how we set them, because if we’re going to make the world a
Strong doesn’t mean that we have to power through everything and that failing is for weaklings. In fact, strength is a bad strategy for doing lots of things. Need to arrange some flowers? Strength is probably not going to help you as much as an artistic vision and a delicate touch. Need to write a
My little town dodged a great big bullet last week, while destruction reigned all around us. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Tornadoes are beautiful, deadly bastards. Iowans may be slightly in love with them, honestly. We don’t get scared, we get excited. Instead of running for shelter, we are outside trying to record it.
I warned my partner this morning that I’m about to approach a whole new level of weird. He cocked an eyebrow, and I explained. He stroked my cheek and said, “That’s my girl.” Last night I was awake for a long time in the middle of the night. That’s not unusual, but it’s usually a
So many decisions. Some people hate to have to make any kind decision at all. “Is that your final answer?” Well, shit. I don’t friggin’ know, maybe? I guess? Are there do-overs? We have some amazing tools that allow us to tune in, check our guts, feel into the situation, but most of us are
Lord and Lady, bless my enemies, and keep them strong, for it is their wiles that make me stronger. Bless the idiots, for it is their stupidity that causes me to improve the clarity of my communication. Bless the bigots, for they allow me to question my own judgments, motives and privilege. Bless the liars,
A few weeks ago I promised to write a blog post about Dowsing, and as High Summer approaches, it seems the perfect time to get out the rods and have some Earthy fun. I learned most of what I know about dowsing from a brilliant little book called The Definitive Wee Book on Dowsing: A
A few nights ago I dreamed I was in a greasy spoon-style diner in Afghanistan, ordering food at a counter. Where the counter met the wall there was a painted-over vent, and a sign above it said, “The Voice of God Speaks Through Here.” I asked the man taking my order what that meant and
We gotta shift this time paradigm, y’all. I’m beginning to feel like a broken record, because I have done major posts about how we can transform our relationship with Time at least twice before (here and here), but recent confirmation has come my way that has caused me to renew my crusade. At the risk
