The Shamanic Journeys workshop recently ended “here on the hill.” Filled with grief, gratitude, suffering, healing, heroism, connection and transformation… today I still swim in the wonder if at all. I’m drawn to share part of that wonder by addressing a few big themes that moved through our collective experience.
After several sodden vision quest days in Nova Scotia, wishing for sun, I decided to just “love what is.” It was a good decision! And this love letter to Nature, to the primal reality of a wet and dripping world was one of the results. Enjoy!
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Wind moves in the branches. This morning brings rain and fog, the call of a lonely sparrow, the tapping of dripping… Read More »
When I was the stream, when I was the
forest, when I was still the field,
when I was every hoof, foot,
fin and wing, when I
was the sky
itself… Read more »
Something’s not working. Everybody knows it. The turmoil and breakdown of order, sustainability, and basic sanity in almost every natural and human system is overwhelming and disheartening. The list – war, economic injustice, environmental disaster, poverty, decline of democratic ideals and decency – goes on and on. When the system itself is at fault and every problem is interconnected, it can appear like there’s nowhere to start and whatever we… Read More »
“God’s country…” People use this phrase to describe the eroded, colorful canyons of the desert Southwest. An area of intense natural beauty, it also happens to be home to scorpions, rattlesnakes, and Gila monsters, poisonous creatures that evoke a mixture of fear and repulsion among many humans. I understand the discomfort, but I prefer to take a different approach, one which says, “If these creatures make their home in ‘God’s… Read More »
