Growing up I was 100% sure that my Aunt Caroline’s Christmas tree was the most beautiful. As opposed to the large, colored Christmas tree bulbs my mother preferred for our tree, my aunt opted for the small white twinkle lights. She allowed only beautiful glass ornaments, many of them antique…
If the only permanent thing is impermanence then it would stand to reason that the main experience of human life is change. If that is the case, why is it we are not schooled in how to deal with change? …
My work is mostly on the computer, writing, editing, uploading or zooming. It got worse with the pandemic. There is nothing like the particular kind of exhaustion screenbrain can create. I began to feel non-human, disconnected and confused. So I asked myself: What can I do that is not on…
Lilith is sexual. Of all the writings about her, the ones pertaining to her unbridled promiscuity emit a certain terror. Her sexuality — controlled and enjoyed by her — evokes in the authors the greatest fear.
Lilith is a Goddess and mythological figure who is misunderstood. She is reported to…
I remember growing up being upset every 4th of July when my Italian grandmother would show up for the party saying, “Summer’s ova!” (She lived in New Hampshire and had adopted the accent).
I would get very upset and prickly with her and say, “No Gram, summer is just beginning.”
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Working with the elemental beings is one of the great gifts of my life but there are a few things it took me a while to understand. One of them is their relationship to that which humans call money.
First I must tell you that I work with elemental beings…
What if I were to tell you that humans have a hidden, untapped superpower? That if we more consciously tapped into that superpower we could change the quality of our lives and perhaps the quality of the lives of the other beings we share our ecosystems with. What is that…
I could not have been more than nine or possibly ten because I was sitting on one of the rope swings in the backyard of the house I grew up in. The swing set had two rope swings hanging from a very sturdy painted green metal structure. The ropes were…
In my mother’s attic I walk at night, see what’s there, shop around. We own many of the same things. Many we don’t want to own. They were given to us. Hand-me-downs from other mothers’ mothers that we are not ready to throw away. Feeling it is our duty to…
According to the Kogi — an indigenous group of Indians who survived the brutality of the Spanish Conquistadors by fleeing high up into the Sierra Nevada de Santa Marta in Colombia’s northwest territory — they are the Elder Brothers and the rest of us are the Younger Brothers. For the…
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