‘A man never rises so high — as when he knows not whither he is going.’ ~ Oliver Cromwell And learning to trust over and over and over and over and… On July 23, I was invited to come live in Sonoma, California, at a retreat center.  I met the owner of the place during the  journey of reconnecting an adopted Navajo man with his birth mother.  She was apparently taken enough with me and the unfolding story that she immediately arranged a session for a friend, gave me a turquois

I often can’t find the words to describe the UnCommon Touch experience.  So, I’ll let another tell you a little about it! #energetichealing #inspired #spiritualhealing #self #peace #love #Grace #innerpeace #connection #uncommontouch #emotional #healing #testimonial

Every now and again, I feel the need to get a taste of my own medicine.  When I do that, I click around and find out when and where Panache Desai is going to be.  This time it was Black Mountain, North Carolina.  What’s little road trip?  Only seven hours between here and there, right?  Yup.  Something like that.  Seven hours to drive for an energetic ass-kicking. Let me divert a bit with a little back-story. I first saw Panache about a year ago.  He ‘accidentally’ showed up

There are those who think of me as ‘merely’ naive when it comes to things of spirit.  Here, I ask they consider their own limitation of expression that appears bound by others’ ideas & ideals. The string of logic posed by quite a few is that I’ve not studied spiritualism, metaphysics, any aspect of any religion, and not living/speaking/healing/BE-ing within the bounds of someone else’s playbook.   I’ve not sought out sages or saddhus, not read from mystics and mages, not wors

Unknot the knickers, unpinch the panties; it’s not in the nikked sense of the word, it’s in the George Carlin sense. Not exactly rated-G but not porn. So, I had an inspirational experience this morning on Twitter.  Because it’s one way I communicate w/ the world and because I believe in putting all of me out there in every way, I posted, “I’m fucking frustrated!”.  Oh. My. Yup, I said it. Folks seemed a little taken aback that a “spiritual” (whatever that really means) someon

Inspired by a local listserve’s back-n-forth about prayer–the belief in, efficacy of, purpose for, and belly-aching about it not being the ‘proper’ platform to discuss such matters–I felt this. My Prayer for Today That you hear the Divine both within silence and a child’s laughter, That you see the Divine both in yourself and another, That you touch the Divine both in a blade of grass and burbling water, That you feel the Divine both in the sting of the wind and touch of a lo

This post is inspired by two events last week.  The first involved a session with a new client; the second, a reminder from Panache Desai to play like a five-year old. On Saturday, a new client came to see me for a number of reasons–some shared, some not.  He happens to be an older gentleman, who during the session fully admitted he didn’t want to grow up (although wanted some adult action!)  and, in fact, had a temper tantrum while on the table. Also on Saturday, Panache put