Finding Our Way Home
All this happened more or less, but that is the best I can say about anything in these strange times.
All this happened more or less, but that is the best I can say about anything in these strange times.
Gazing into the fire of my woodstove, I had a surprising vision.
I choose to believe this earthplane existence is a school and that I am a student.
I like to imagine that there are infinite portals that call us to walk through to learn the lessons of life we have been born to learn.
Less than a year after Chris died, I consulted a psychic. She was clear. "You have to write a book about your travels on the road, but don't worry. Spirit will help you."
Strangely, we use the word love for so many contradictory concepts.
I prefer the Rider-Waite deck because it balances masculine and feminine energies.
After reading Braiding Sweetgrass, a remarkable memoir by Robin Wall Kimmerer, an indigenous woman, botanist, and environmental scientist, I decided to plant a Three Sisters garden, a community of corn, squash, and beans.
Once upon a time and far, far away, there was a sacred fire.
Seventeen years ago on July 28, my brother Dan, known as Sheik Ishaq died suddenly.