I wasn’t expecting it to hurt. After totality, after the Diamond Ring dazzled us, after the first light began to fade back in … it was just the same, sorry old world it was before, and it felt kind of awful, to be honest. Like … we saw this amazing thing, and everyone cheered and […]
Silvering light surrounds usas we wait for the momentEach subtle movement softly encroachingLike tentative loversreaching for each otherSun and moon one fleshfor this short whileSuddenly there’s OtherWorldly twilightSuddenly night drops like a stoneThere’s a ring in the sky, signaling silenceBringing the heart-light homeThe towering trees quakingalmost lit from withinas the fading sun beginsto soften for
So turns out, the Neanderthals didn’t die out naturally. Nope. Sapiens happened. I recently read a fascinating book by a French archaeologist Ludovic Slimak, based on his 30+ years of studying Neanderthal remains and sites in the field. Apparently, geneticists recently discovered that some of our DNA is actually Neanderthal, leading to the speculation that
Winter lasted two weeks, and spring is already well underway, and yes … it’s lovely, and yet. And yet. Oh, yet. Regular followers of this blog know I am a fan of winter, of long dark nights and cold days and even snow. And even though all of that stuff wears out its welcome after
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 try really hard not to market at you, dear Reader, through these posts, so if this feels remotely markety, please accept my most sincere apology. Truth is, I am having revelation after revelation, and success after success, exploring deeper into Shamanic Healing, and I just want to rave about it. As may have been
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,
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
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
