photo by Barry Weatherall via Unsplash So. Here we are. Today is Thursday. All day long. I began the day with rhinos knocking on the...

This year has taught me a lot and it has cemented for me this: The work I do is absolutely for everyone who is called to me, no matter...

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A Facebook connection shared this earlier today, written by a third party: No one is coming to save you, but it is not because you are...

On Thursday, February 9, 2017, I was minding my own business with Bastest and yogifying to work out the kinks remaining from Standing...

The bones They carry us when we are breathing and carry the breath to get us home when we are not. The breath continues as prayer and...

Oh , my love Those voices you hear? They are real. They are your forebears and from the future, Calling you into Being and pulling you...

I work with ‘invisible’ beings, those that most cannot see. I am surrounded by them. They span the spectrum from Ancestors to angels,...

More on Into the Lion’s Den: They, these Old Ones and Others in my world, have made me write before. In the summer of 2016, after Beings...

I used to practice with Peter Elbow calls methodological believing. For those of you who don’t know his work, methodological believing is...

A daughter to Stone & stars split in two time entwined.

My darling empath, you cannot separate yourself from the fabric you are part of. There is no shield, bubble or cloak. The route of...

I sup with the Old; go to sleep with their kin. What I cannot see, colors and clouds show. Painted and unpainted, adorned not by the...

What does the breeze coax from you when it touches your skin? When God slips along your pores? Can you feel that, the ribbon weaving...

Can you hear the rhythm of your heart on the wind? In the new green leaves waving, weaving their own lifelines, threading across the sky...

The clouds caress the mountains and kiss the sky The ember glows, waiting for your breath, for the smoke to rise and the flames to ignite...

I don’t know when it was I ran out of space for outrage. I can’t remember if there was a singular sudden clap of thunder-like something...

You are touched by the whole world, as you are. You need neither permission nor to be healed to be held. When healed, though, and in the...

The ground quivers and air opens to swallow the mold, whole, wholly dissolving me into eternity or what used to be. Then exhales me,...

There is no Separation You have never been separated. Between the idea of your birth and last breath You have been wrapped in the air of...