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…
Category: Gratitude
The Cosmic Super Bowl
Part One: What if we are all Worthy? What if we make an assumption that we are all part of an elite team of souls who are here to help each other and the Earth to transform to the next most wonderous stage? What if every person and situation you come across is delivering a…
Good Bye 2016 -Will Auld Acquaintance be Forgot?
What a year. What a wild transformative journey 2016 has been for us all collectively. Even now people in New Zealand and Australia have already passed the threshold into 2017, a threshold that is moving across the globe as we speak. As we look back and look forward we have two tales to tell ourselves….
Stopping the Black Snake with Prayer & Discipline
2017 Update: Because this page continues to get traffic it requires an update. President Trump allowed the pipeline to continue, and authorized additional brutality against the water protectors as soon as he took office. There is still active resistance to this even though the camp was shut down. There have been some successes in the…
Broody Hens
We have been keeping chickens for nearly ten years. These days we have three large hens, and a whole mess of bantams. This fall three of the bantams were broody – one successfully hatched 4 chicks, and the other two spent their time arguing over who got to sit on a golf ball. Which made me wonder, am I…
World Peace Day – Pray for Sacred Lands.
“To us, as caretakers of the heart of Mother Earth, falls the responsibility of turning back the powers of destruction. You yourself are the one who must decide. You alone – and only you – can make this crucial choice, to walk in honor or to dishonor your relatives. On your decision depends the fate…
Grati-Tuesday ~ Ursula K. LeGuin
This letter is the first of what I hope to become a regular practice of writing letters to those who have influenced and enriched my life. Some on my list are living, some dead. Some are people I have known personally, others are public figures. This week I thank one of my favorite authors, Ursula K. LeGuin. Welcome…
Lughnasa!
This weekend might have marked the 9th annual Lughnasa Festival at the Blue Scorcher if the stars had aligned differently. Lughnasa! the ancient Irish festival of first harvest. Celebration of berries, grain and the descent of the sun. I organized three community festivals to recognize it from 2007-2009. Each year approximately 1,000- 3,000 people attended. It required nearly 100…
Going Public . . . and now the rest of the Story
To what purpose is this blog? The universe deemed that my little intro draft be published when I merely wished to save it yesterday. So the question still stands, is this blog meaningful to anyone besides myself? Are there standards as to how many people need to be reading or liking or commenting in order for…
Charging up the Soul Batteries
A few weeks back in the last rays of sun Joe and I took a stroll on the there-and-back-again version of our neighborhood loop. The light was so good I wanted to drink it. We passed only one person in the perfect evening – one of our neighbors, enjoying his own stroll. He alerted us to…
This is Post #100 – When Wishes Are Horses
Can you Yipp? Can you Yopp? Doctor Seuss’ Horton the Elephant declared, “A person’s a person no matter how small.” after hearing the voice of the tiny visionary Dr. H. Hoovey coming from a dust speck. Which led Horton to take action to protect the tiny Whos of Whoville. The Who’s eventually banded together to save themselves, and in the end it is the last…
Little Miracles Everywhere
Yesterday on my blustery walk home I saw what I believed to be a plastic bag caught in the blackberries next to the river. Just as I began to climb down the rocks to retrieve it, I heard a cheery bike bell in the distance. Martin! pedaling home from weaving class on his bike. Announcing, “Never…
Riding the Pooka 