Backyard Haiku’s
Awhile back I accidentally forgot to credit Kahlil Gibran’s words, And let your best be for your friend If she must know the ebb of your tide, Let her know the flood also. For what is your friend that you should seek her with hours to kill? Seek her always with hours to live Another friend thought I had written those words, which spawned a little Facebook project of writing Haiku’s or American Sentences with photos from my property. Maybe they don’t quite touch the depth of Kahlil, but with all the… Read More
For George
It’s hard to believe that a year has passed since we almost lost our dear friend George. As I mentioned in my last writing, I don’t know how or why some of us meet death and some of us survive it. When we lose our loved ones- it doesn’t mean we didn’t love them enough, or pray for them enough, or that they didn’t want to live enough. The reason we love, we pray and we tell our loved ones to fight for life however, is so that we can rise above the… Read More
Spirit of Giving
Perhaps I’ll never understand the reasons for senseless death. Through all my years of spiritual study, never have I found a meaning that satisfies my need to know how innocent children can be killed. Some say, we choose our paths before we are born. That we choose these hardships to know expansion. For instance, anyone who has every truly healed themselves from trauma, helped others heal, learned how to forgive… these people have a deeper capability to know love. Even a simple thing, like finally getting over a bad cold.. we feel… Read More
Butterfly Wings
“We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty.” ― Maya Angelou My mother and I both have a deep love for flowers and gardening. I think a lot of her love “stems” from the fact that she is a master at creating flourishing landscapes. She can showcase the humble ground cover or moss and the most magnificent peony in a way that would sound like a symphony if it were to speak. As an imperfectionist, I like having dirt under my… Read More
From Maiden to Mother:Practical Crafts
I think one of the greatest gifts we can give ourselves is the time to grieve. Otherwise, the beauty that surrounds us on all sides is tarnished to an extent because the weight in our hearts is pulling us down and we can’t be in the moment. There is much to grieve about. I am ever grateful to have a place directly on Earth to do so. The inipi ceremony to me is such a precious gem. It is so sacred that I don’t quite have the language for it, nor do… Read More
Gratitude
We all carry the weight of the world. Only for some of us it is a bit heavier. I’ve known only the grief of Pacha Mamma and shared in her tears for her children. It is so deep that it brings me to my knees. And so I have had to shift my empathy to joy. I have no other choice for my survival to try and hold a vibration of peace and joy. It is work. I have hormones after all. I have rage for injustice. But I work on carrying this way… Read More
for my children
Journal entry and photos from winter 08: I’ve just pulled myself away from our family bed leaving the three most precious people in my life to their sweet dreams. Kai, you were showing me your valentine’s cards that you received today at school and we all agreed that homemade cards are always the best. Daddy then said he was sorry that he didn’t get me anything today, and you began to cry because you didn’t get me anything either. But those sweet tears of your thoughtfulness were the best gift ever. And then Sati chimed in,… Read More
the Hermit
As the cold chill of winter blankets the Earth, I feel my desire to draw inward and under cover. I have finally succumbed to the seasons, embracing their distinct energies. Between the two great orbs in the sky, the moon will be faithful in her ever changing phases. The sun taunts me in its game of hide and seek. Raised in Texas, where I used to spread baby oil instead of sunscreen on, and where I would make a little meal of raw egg, lemon and beer for my hair to get… Read More
Nature of my Religion
I didn’t start attending church until around age ten when my mother remarried and her second husband adopted us. My biological father is still alive but I think he felt that it was better to give our upbringing over to a man that had better financial means. It is true that my second father Bob gave us access to a more rounded life. I haven’t been close to my real dad since he left us mostly due to the literal distance between us. And though I loved Bob as well, I never… Read More
medicine men
Like the winged ones, shamans and road men also have had a way of appearing in my life. Whether it be traveling to Mexico, the jungles of Peru or even here in my own backyard. Of course there are medicine women who are as wise and wonderful as the willow tree. I think because I fill my cups with such divine feminine energy when I walk on the earth, and swim in her waters, it is the male healer that shows up for me to counter balance and ground the internal storm… Read More
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