“Be Here Now,” I tell myself. 

It’s a mantra I try to live by these days.

There was a time, not too long ago, when I’d cut off pieces of myself with a dull knife in order to avoid being here.  I ran away… Read full post »

Hollow point bullets are not forgiving. 

No messiah can pull them from the body once their damage has been done.

Hollow point bullets can tear through the cocoons of those left behind. Diaphanous veils rip; all secrets see light. 

 … Read full post »

I reside in the deep waters of my soul.

Writing comes to me like a bullet piercing my soul.  I write when all the shit of life floats to the surface and the turds align in such a way as to spell words.  There's enough shit/… Read full post »

"SWEAT LODGE DEATHS RULED ACCIDENTAL."

My eyes have been open for a few seconds before my brain starts processing the images on the television screen.  I'm reminded of a conversation I had last month with my energy worker about the shamanic journey and the importance of keeping the… Read full post »

In the middle of this broad expanse of water called river, the pink dolphin witnesses the convergence of two rivers into one. 

One river carries dark loamy sediment with it, so much that the waters are almost black from the bits of earth she has usurped to get… Read full post »

Here I continue this tale I'm compelled to tell.  There are two entries on my blog leading up to this chapter. I imagine there's at least one more after this one. 

This entry is based on journal entries written during my trip to the Temple - an indigenous shamanic center… Read full post »

I woke early on May 24th.  I was bone tired from preparing for my trip, working full time, and the first seven weeks of night classes at massage school. The itinerary called for us to fly all day - San Francisco to Los Angeles to Lima.  We had a four hour… Read full post »

I’ve been hanging round these parts for a few months.  This summer, I met a group of strangers at an oasis in the desert.  Quickly, the word stranger did not apply to most.  I found myself surrounded by smart, funny, articulate adults who were on a mission to open their hearts… Read full post »

Robert may very well be dying today. The same can be said for all of us, but in Robert's case death is more likely. 

I can't be at his side physically.  If I could, I'd rub his feet, hold his hand, tell him that he is loved.  But I can't. … Read full post »

Living with post-traumatic stress disorder is like living in earthquake country – the ground of existence shifts. For years, the fact that my life's foundation was built on a fault line was barely perceptible. Eleven years ago a rift of terror opened under my feet. For ye… Read full post »

On the rare day when the the stars, the Mayan calendar, fate, and chance fall into place; the world can explode into rapturous song and light. 

 A wide grin creases my face as I accept that today has been such a day.

You see, today marks my 50th… Read full post »

I've been a licensed massage therapist since 2oo7.  I work part time as a body worker, offering a blended style of deep tissue and Swedish massage with tastes of myofascial integration, Esalean-style full body strokes and chakra work.  I love what I do.

When I was a child,… Read full post »

"I think the Universe is speeding up."

That's what I was told at this morning's staff meeting.

You know what?  I think she's right, the Universe is speeding up.  At least the human consciousness dimension of the universe is speeding up.  

And I'm not sure I like this.  Nope,… Read full post »

Rob Brezney writes a weekly horoscope column that I've been reading for the past several years.  Originally, I saw his column in one of the weekly newspapers here in San Francisco.  Being the best Earth Virgo Boar I can be, I have long ago signed up to have the weekly forecast… Read full post »