Riding the Pooka

Miracle Decade

A reflection on being ten years out from the end of treatments. I honor this anniversary as an important pivot point in my personal narrative. I am grateful to be here and healthy all these years later. This is a story about love. It is also a story about death, cancer, and the ways we…

2023 – a nine year wonder

While walking through the woods with friends on New Year’s Day, the topic of Pookaride came up. It has been several years since I have written on the blog. My life has been full of many things, and thankfully, cancering has not been one of them. However, The World has experienced a collective ride on…

Self Care as a Team Sport

Nurture Practices VS Self Soothing Strategies There is a time and a place for all. What do you choose to do now? Self-love, and by extension self-care, is on one end of a continuum, on the other end is self loathing. At any time we might be moving towards one end or the other, sometimes…

An update on my new boring life…

My writing on this here blog seems to come to a standstill – languish, and then sputter and start up again for a brief sojourn. This is one such sojourn. In December it will be five years since my breast cancering diagnosis, that arbitrary border of the recurrence danger zone. Though of course there are…

Cancer: tightrope, time bomb, or agent of freedom?

There is a tightrope walked by folks after a cancering diagnosis. On one end of the rope is the diagnosis, on the other is death. A diagnosis changes your perception of how long that rope might be. Whereas prior to diagnosis most folks imagine themselves living to a ripe old age while dandling smiling great grand babies on…

Red Tent Project

This is a page about a project I have been working on in my studio to celebrate the divine feminine in my life. Here is a story of the Maiden, Mother and Crone I once entered a dark realm where I looked death in the face. I was stripped of everything that I thought made…

Chemo Brain and Object Permanence

Long time no post people. I am still here, and theoretically not cancering. Part One is about Chemo Brain, and Part Two is an update of sorts… Part 1 : Chemical Brain Remodeling So, the Brain, what is up with the brain? If I know anything it is that the cancering treatment experience resulted in…

Ten tips to free yourself of the Clutter Catch 22

Sometimes it feels like forces in this world are actively working against inner peace and joy. Our modern world inflicts too much chaos and overwhelm upon us. Let’s face it our lives are inundated with mayhem not of our own making, which may lead to us creating mayhem of our own making. Of the modern afflictions…

Tornadoes and other Motivations

Growing up there were tornados, and there was the Cold War. Constant threat of catastrophic death in one form or another. I lived in a sleepy farming community and did not fear random acts of violence – unless you consider farm accidents, single car crashes and hunting fatalities as random acts of violence. Once during…

First Love Yourself

“And what do I risk to tell you this, which is all I know? Love yourself. Then forget it. Then, love the world.” Mary Oliver Joe keeps coming back to the quote from Mary Oliver from the poem, To Begin With, the Sweet Grass, that is really resonating with him right now. “And what do I…

Neuropathy: the numbing down of cancering folk.

Neuropathy is a side effect of many cancering drugs. It can have long lasting, and even permanent impact. Balancing effectiveness with neurotoxic side effects is the job of the oncologist. I for one would not want to be in the driver’s seat for that one. Especially with a rubric where weight and age are the…

A.C.K. Goes to Kamp!

Yup. I’m going to Kamp! I mean camp. I leave Saturday for five days to Whidbey Island in the Puget Sound. I am taking a class about natural dyes and botanical printing on cloth from Israeli artist Iris Dulman. Last week at this time I knew nothing of my impending departure. Last Wednesday on a…