Today, I need to honor,

the callings of my soul.

It is to she I remain accountable,

and to all else, there are no others.

So I took my soul for a walk today...

To stroll budding crocus and greening leaves

in the company, my canine family,

to walk the tracks,… Read full post »

I keep testing myself, bumping up against my own edges.  It isn't intentional, I assure you.  I just follow what I think is the right thing to do. Somehow, I wind up getting caught.  And unaware.  It's what, I guess, Clarissa Pinkola Estes meant when she wrote of the unmothered ch… Read full post »

For women everywhere who have ever experienced the opening of heartbreak and the healing light pouring within, whether you are in relationship with simply yourself, or sharing it with another, ...

I want my heart back, the one I gave to you.

The heart that came so open, feeling deeply into… Read full post »

Descending, into the underworld

where spirits reside

where souls disintegrate

vaporizing and emanating

formless and dense

with new life awaiting

Bringing down into the infinite depths

far into the abyss

fermentation, amalgamation

fertilizer for the soul

 humus for the spirit

strength fo… Read full post »

After a major life transition -- divorce, death, career change -- the daunting task of remaking one's life can feel as if you've taken on climbing Mount Everest in the nude.  Ill equipped, unprotected, uncertain, vulnerable and going on regardless, winds can whip us around, throwing us off cours… Read full post »

Winds are gusting outside, powerfully, lifting up the snow,

Creating screens of white translusence over the landscape.

Powerful white veils in movement, they threaten the lives of fragile chickadees hanging onto tree barks with all their ounce of might.

Stellar jays are grounded, as this s… Read full post »

I came into this life, innocent and vulnerable.

Hopeful and joyful, for the openness of it all.

Bright and sparkling, was the newness of my heart.

I mattered to someone at the time,

though I felt not who.

I went forward into life,

feeling unwanted, unseen.

My life mattered to… Read full post »

When people speak of heartache, it's because it's just that, literally.  You feel the density, where lightness once dwelled.  You feel the sensations, where calm once resided.  You feel as though its presence will destroy you.  

Heartache, when it comes, does destroy you.&… Read full post »

I made a promise to myself, to that woman named Bo.  Out in the desert, in the red sand of the ancients, under the clarity of the blue skies.  To honor my inner voice, to follow my spirit, to align my soul with my life.  I promised to never, ever, let… Read full post »

The jaguar appeared to me, along the sunlit rainforest trail.  I was resting, on a boulder in warm energy, allowing it to caress my wounded spirit.  I was holding my wounded heart and fractured ego, allowing it to remain in the nurture of nature.  He appeared from seemingly nowh… Read full post »

“What humans do to their outer world, they do to their own interior world,”

reflected cosmologist Brian Swimme and religious scholar Thomas Berry in The Universe Story.  If this analogy were adopted to the current climate of wolf politics in our Western United States, the… Read full post »

 

 As synecdoches, symbols carrying different meanings depending on personal affiliations and values, how we perceive wolves is highly subjective. Robisch (2009), in Wolves and the Wolf Myth, offers that we write of wolves in our culture based on what exists in our imagination… Read full post »

Recently, wolves here in the West have come under increased assault by hunters anxious to rid themselves of these "pests".  Anti-wolf sentiment has reached fever pitch, with bounties being offered for dead wolves.  Wolves reintroduced back in 1995 have been forming and living in healthy pac… Read full post »

 I've been blessed in life, to come to know the intimate joy of horses.  It began early, and has continued throughout my life up until the recent and sudden departure of my beautiful paint, Poca.  But that's another story.  This one, that of my first, is a story for little girls… Read full post »

What passes through, when ready to be spoken,

in words, from some other place other than mine,

from someplace beyond, 

in the morning after contemplative solitude.

I write, to let the pain out, and the understanding in.

I write, to dissolve the confusion into clarity.

I write, to unite… Read full post »

Two summers now past, I embarked on a wilderness solo with my ecopsychology community into the desert canyons in Utah.  A transformative experience, the alchemical soulmaking process often spoken of by James Hillman and Thomas Moore, occurred in a deep and lasting way.  Powerful in all resp… Read full post »

The train rapidly departed as briskly as it arrived, steel squealing wheels as it rounded the bend.  Long, curly tussles flipping around and blowing in the wind as I trotted along, happily, past the horse and carriage barn where I spent much of my time on so many other days –… Read full post »

 

Some of the most difficult pieces to work with in your life are those deep, primal and ancient messages of inferiority, not knowing, disconnect and displacement.  Such can be the childhood remnants remaining in a woman’s psychic background, playing at times subtly like an ol…

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 Fear.  I danced intimately with it in the middle of the night.  Held it close to the chambers of my heart, felt it pulsing its dark blood in my veins.  Poison.  It accelerated the beating of my heart, screaming at it to quicken its pace.  Its energy pervaded my peace, l… Read full post »

There wasn't any particular incident, nor life-threatening tragedy, occurring on this warm October mountain hike.  Nothing, perhaps, but a psychological settling down.  A quiet and welcome calming of my own internal world.   Without benefit of mood-enhancers or mind-altering d… Read full post »

driving alone a new mexican highway

sunrise welcoming my entry to the east of my life

where spirituality would live

where wisdom would flourish

where my mother's energy would manifest

into the sacred hues of numosity -- crimson, golden, orange, mystical.

accompanied by the tempo of my heart… Read full post »