This place is not on the map. As a matter of fact, the only way to get here is to slip into the very thins space between Now-Then-and Next... May I read you this story? Storytelling is powerful medicine. And this is one of my "inner stories" that metaphorically describes life in a totally [...]
We all have life themes. They show up repeatedly in our lives and in our art. If you have been reading my blogs , you already know that stars are only one of my life themes. Some of my life themes include Beloved and Creator God, healing, empowerment, authenticity and creative expressions in many [...]
There was apple jelly in the peanut butter sandwiches I ate as a child. Did you notice? I mentioned this briefly in the last blog, "Learning to Listen to Tree Speak". "As a child I spent many spring, summer and fall hours outside. My home was often one of upset [...]
“The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.”- John Muir The first tree I ever heard speak in the Ancient Language of Tree was my friend The White Oak. He lived on the very edge of the woods. As a child I loved this tree. He held his strong arms out wide [...]
I have had many fears in my life to overcome. We all have. Recently I began a 30 day blogging challenge where I am putting my own work on the screen. I've told you how I am often terrified “to be seen”. It is not because I shouldn’t be doing this; it is because [...]
In August, 2006 I wrote to my friend that I just discovered I was a twin. From Ecuador her response was , "Twin??? Literally? Do tell!" So I began to tell her. .. Yes, twin as in twin. When I was working at the hospital as director of Arts in Health Care we piloted [...]
We are Labyrinth Walkers We are labyrinth walkers. It has been a week of violence in our land. We come together, some walk with canes, others with flute song. We walk separately and collectively, all at one time. We are labyrinth walkers. We gather to walk our prayers and intentions along a sacred pathway. [...]
I wrote about an experience I had following the death of my father; an old picture frame holds that aging poem. Today is the anniversary of his passing. It honor of him, I share... March 2, 2004 I had an amazing dream early this morning. I'll tell you about it sometime. It had to do [...]
