Are you a skeptic? I am. I’ve met a considerable number of false prophets, people unable to walk their talk. My favorite charlatan was a self-proclaimed breatharian, ingesting air and water only. I found him eating a Snickers candy bar behind a dumpster. A healthy dose of skepticism is a vital tool in life navigation.

And yet, my journey has been filled with ‘non-ordinary’ events, from childhood to the present. I can’t deny these extraordinary moments, incredible as they may seem to others.

Subtle energy sensations and dynamics occur more frequently and increase in strength when they are recognized. Highly…

It was a toss and turn night. I abandoned sleep and made a decent latte. My phone chimed. A call from an older brother. I didn’t want to answer. In our large family, bad news comes early in the day and late at night. Good news arrives at a decent time.

Indeed it is bad news, the worst. My nephew lost his life in a car accident during the deep dark of this new moon, solar eclipse morn. Just like that, we are no longer sharing collective breath.

Woosh, my breath is taken away and I stand still as a…

We kids taught, tortured and loved each other as daily lessons piled on at a rapid rate. Our dynamics were easily captured in the annual Xmas photo session we all dreaded. Do you have any idea how long it took for one halfway decent shot? Hours.

The overexposed photo above was probably the 30th take from my dad’s manually timed camera. My mother had been reduced to casting her eyes to the heavens for neural relief. The nose pickers, bird flippers, bathroom breakers and teen scowler antics had morphed our faces into frozen smiles.

Until someone would cut a loud…

‘You're such a weirdo!’ was the first label I remember receiving. It was dished out by two older brothers, days before my 5th birthday. They wouldn’t tell me what a weirdo was so I ran inside to look it up in the dictionary. Our parents trained us to do this, it was a family habit.

I ended up agreeing with my siblings. It even thrilled me. I was a weirdo, a witch and quite pleased to be one.

Here’s the Merriam Webster definition I read all those years ago:

WEIRD [adjective] 1: of strange or extraordinary character 2: of, relating…

We spend a third of our lives sleeping. There are four stages in sleep: deep, light, waking and REM, meaning rapid eye movement or the dream state. REM happens around 20 to 25 percent of a normal, 7 to 8 hour sleep period and goes through 3 to 5 cycles each night. Each REM episode becomes longer as the night progresses, with around a 90 minute total before waking.

Deep sleep is a physically restorative state when our muscles repair and cells regenerate. This state precedes REM and during it, our heart and respiratory rate decreases.

When we enter dreaming…

My brief Op-Ed published in The Seattle Times September 29, 2017. https-//www.seattletimes.com/opinion/can-my-old-schoolmate-save-us-from-nuclear-annihilation/?

“Our nation faces major security challenges, including a global pandemic that has killed almost 200,000 Americans, and we shouldn’t spend our limited resources on new nuclear weapons that we don’t need and make us less safe. The highest probability of starting a nuclear war is a mistaken launch caused by a false alarm and a rushed decision to launch nuclear-armed ICBM’s.” Wed. Sept. 9th, 2020 The Seattle Times. William Perry, defense secretary during the Clinton Administration.

I have a personal relationship with nuclear weapons. My hometown was hastily…

Thanks to dogs, I’ve heard intimate details about their human families. All I have to do on morning walks is make a comment about a neighbor’s canine companion. Channeling through Dog has become a gateway for authentic, human expression.

Yesterday I spotted a massive beast, straining wildly at his leash, attempting to chase a squirrel. It never works, yet they persist. This says something about dogs. I laughed when passing, “I see your dog is taking you for a walk.” …

Windows freshly washed, I stare into their pristine clarity musing.

This could be the Clear Light of Mind. As within, so without.

I shake myself out of reverie and hasten to draw the blind.

Danger ahead, for songbirds flitting through the meadow.

Too late! I see and hear the thud. Race out of the cabin.

Please be stunned and not dead. No

A precious Golden Finch lies on the ground. A broken neck, never to trill another song.

I gently lift her still warm form and hold her in the palms of my hands.

My tears drop on her body…