What nobody tells you about soul callings is that while following one will be the most beautiful and rewarding thing you’ll ever do, it will also the hardest.
The path of the soul is invisible; it is one walked by faith and not by sight, by trusting in your intuition and heart, by working with whatever higher powers or energies you may believe in, and trusting the guidance you receive along the way.
Read MoreThe rain beats in hard sheets as the power flickers and the jungle bends and sways. The elements are strong today, its a bit of a Mystic Monday and it’s impossible not be tuned in.
My brother was humming around me as I sat writing to the rain earlier; I lit his favorite scented candle to say “welcome” since spirits are drawn to scents they loved when they were here in human form. Love, he tells me, write about love.
Read MoreI took a big step the other day.
I made business cards that described myself as “Intuitive, Healer, Psychologist.”
I’m not quite sure what comes next; I’m going off of an “if you build it, they will come” modus operandi.
Read MoreIt’s hard to believe we’re here.
I woke up today with a purring kitty; we laid side by side on my pillow, chins resting on hands and paws; watched the jungle light go from deep night green to dawn light moss to verdant day break. A few roosters wandered by, a feral cat, too many birds to count; Shire’s eyes widened into saucer’s as she watched and wondered at this new space.
Read MoreThey say when it comes to change to start right now, don’t wait, change something- even if it’s just one small thing.
I’ve been thinking about this advice as I sit on a red couch in a yellow room surveying an almost empty house. This will all be gone come Monday, and, come Monday night, so will we; ending this chapter in Alaska to go write a new book in Kauai.
Read MoreI don’t know why it has taken so long for me to catch up with myself.
I’ve been transitioning in identity, feeling stuck between two worlds, my life in Alaska not quite matching who I am.
Read MoreIt’s like a still silent hush came over my office yesterday.
My suite mates coincidentally gone this week; the incessant clang of construction going on outside mysteriously muted.
Moving in a year’s time became 6 month’s time became 3 month’s became 3 weeks became my last day, yesterday, after a decade in my practice.
Read MoreI have a new book coming out in June.
I pushed to get it published for this particular time line, because we are leaving Alaska in 6 weeks, and since all of these poems were written during my time here, it seemed poetic for publication to occur while still here and not in Kauai, where hopefully I will have new stories to tell.
Read MoreWe have a for sale sign attached to the front of our house, and it is an odd sight indeed to see- knowing it is going on the market and actually putting it on the market are two different things entirely.
Read MoreI just blew a layer of dust off of this page.
Writing and upkeep of any site has not been at the forefront of life right now.
March was mad and twisty and sideways, April a keyboard of busy punching out letters and lines and time so fast I really couldn’t keep up.
Read MoreLast week I wrote about flying sideways during this season in life. The sun was out, the birds were coming back, I wrapped myself in spring and used her as my muse.
This week winter has arrived outside my window.
Read MorePast mid-March already and the first day of spring.
The days of this month are sliding sideways, sometimes rubbing against one another getting a little stuck, sometimes slipping on past. Too quick to realize.
“It’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.”
-Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland
One of the things that I love about poetry is that in the span of just a few short stanzas and phrases an entire story can be told.
Read MoreMarch is here and its time for spring cleaning- not that springtime will be appearing in Alaska anytime soon, it’s -2 degrees as I write these words.
Read MoreInspiration is a mercurial thing. One moment its winds come whipping upon you, pushing you forward to new waters. The next, gone, dead in the sea, wondering which way to go and why you got on the boat in the first place.
Read MoreI used to think that writing a book would somehow be the pinnacle of writing. And for a long time it was. Books escaped me despite my best efforts at beginning them. I’d sit down to put one together, feel daunted by the task, and not get past page one of a good idea.
Read MoreHow do any of us separate and distinguish ourselves from the incessant flow of information we run into daily?
I find myself trying to take more space lately. Turning off the news.
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