I have not shared much – neither publicly nor privately – about these topics before. But lately, I’ve felt prompted to speak about my own story of experiencing what I will call a psychic opening. People may refer to similar kinds of experiences under various different labels – and I don’t normally like to useContinue reading "My Adult Psychic Opening"
We Heal Each Other
With you, there is such a sense of familyand familiaritymy heart opensin a tender unfurling –it wants to give, so unconditionallyit felt unnaturalto even name a pricefor would I charge myself –for the gift of self-love? And here you areexposing those own partswithin my soulthat desire more loveI know I needto keep on growingdiving deepertoContinue reading "We Heal Each Other"
We Walk Among You
We walk among you though often go unseen lost in the depths of mind in a forgotten dream yet just like you, we walk upon the sacred soils of this earth and just like you, we cycle through the seasons of death and birth a misty veil, sometimes clears allowing you, to peak into aContinue reading "We Walk Among You"
Shamanic Healing… and the Shaman’s Way
I notice more and more these days, my hesitation around the word "shaman". Even if I myself identify as being on a shamanic path. Perhaps it is because of how much I have seen this label misused; and with kind of an underlying arrogant assertion as to an individual's power and mastery of connection toContinue reading "Shamanic Healing… and the Shaman’s Way"
The Alchemist Returns
It's been three weeks since my accident in the river by my home, when the current dragged me underwater and through a rock tunnel, and I escaped by what seemed to be a miracle... It felt like I went through a portal. Literally and metaphorically. A disintegration and reintegration of my body, my being, myContinue reading "The Alchemist Returns"
When Everything Crumbles…
... To come back together again more perfectly. The other morning I was sitting on my balcony, sharing a smoke of tobacco with my partner. Tobacco gifted to me from the Ngobe Indigenous, in southern Costa Rica. Tobacco that has been used by many indigenous peoples in sacred tradition and ceremony, long before this plantContinue reading "When Everything Crumbles…"
Reflections from a Broken Muffler
dispersed songs on a faulty radio channel the cracks in distorted frequencies bleed together - emerging in a fragmenting whole where you and I stumbled around collecting the pieces of our broken disguise to rebuild our identities truer, brighter incorporating more facets of the light * * * The whine of my motor penetrates myContinue reading "Reflections from a Broken Muffler"
Dance of Yin and Yang
I wake — in divine remembrance feeling the kiss of Sunshine’s lips upon my Soul unfurling, blooming light within the darkness of memory spiralling forth; a seed planted from the Moon deep inside the caverns of a cosmic womb Infinite, eternal whisper from the Stars sings its song reaching lands afar and the energetic chordContinue reading "Dance of Yin and Yang"
The Eve of Truce
A chapter is truly closing; the horizonrushing towards, and yetthe days slowly unfolding as though caught in a lazy, melancholy haze. It seems too surrealfor dreams to have arrived —that there is a mystic detachment;allowing the soul to float,beyond the turbulence of thephysical existence; that has certainly thrownits share of the underworldtroubles. Tests and challenges,before we’d finally cometoContinue reading "The Eve of Truce"
Tending to the Garden
If the inner garden is filled with weedsthen the intentions, of your sacred seedswill not find footing in the soilsthus even the purest dreams are spoiledAnd so our work, is to tend to thoseovergrown lands, where seeds are sownwithin, waiting for the moment to bloomemerge to the light, from the cocoonThose seeds have been there,Continue reading "Tending to the Garden"