Embodied Writings
Mystic explorationsHuman = Artist
We as human beings are ARTISTS. When parents ask me if their children are musical... I look at them in astonishment and say YES! They are asking me if their children are human beings! There is not ONE child who is not a musician. Not ONE! Not ONE child who is not a...
My Quest to find Her ~ My Wild Criatura
My Quest Without realizing what I was seeking, this was the quest that broke through in my early 40s when I could no longer bear the confines of life as mother, musician, teacher, spiritual devotee, lover. I had worked hard and accomplished much in all of these...
Today is a Good Day to Die into Living!
So this is it. The first of many 'live blogging' sessions I intend to do. I am so glad I have had the experience that I have
Testimonials – It is the blood that drips from your fangs of authenticity
Kathleen, juicy, ragingly powerful darkness itself, but not only.... it is the blood that drips from your fangs of authenticity, the love that rages from your heart, the ruthless ripping away and raw exposure of anything that hints at less than truth for you, that...
My Declaration of Independence from the Mother
July 4th ~ The Mother I awaken with thoughts of the Mother on this July 4th… and am in wonder at my obvious avoidance of her presence in my midst. As witnessed in my writing, I shun Cancer’s more earthy emotional nature for the transpersonal… “birthing...