Drags Me Back was the name I gave to the crocodile-like experiences that came to pull me under after I repeatedly confronted emotional abuse without evoking much interest. The most frequent response: “Just ignore it.” Disregarding narcissism, bullying and public … Read More
The ranger warned us about getting too close. In spite of our intention to heed his words, we rounded a turn on the path and found ourselves within a few yards of Bison. The thing that impressed me was how … Read More
Skinny Buffalo or Bison’s abundance, it was my choice. She was fixated on convincing me to wear the wintery house shoes without socks. What difference did it make? I decided to forego buying the footwear, because wearing socks had become such … Read More
Like verses in sacred texts, the animals of Creation’s Bible, may have several possible meanings, depending on where we are on the journey. At some point, Bear’s hibernation will surely hold our much-needed medicine. When circumstances cause us to miss … Read More
Puffed up plumage, thirty pieces of silver or the road of sorrow. Where were all the grownups? I could not breathe. I was facing a betrayal. Taking in the act, against me, and fanning the flames, with each physical breath, was … Read More
If waves of day-to-day reality are not crashing in on us, the tide is surely lapping over our feet. Weaving our unexplainable real storylines together with our day-to-day actualities can encourage a loving presence in the world. *Dreamtime’s ocean followed me back … Read More
I breathed a prayer over our land, “How can I best be here, in the desert, with people more native than I?” My prayer took me into Dreamtime. It was as if generations were waiting for me to ask. A … Read More
A nip in the air hints of winter’s call to hunker down and come back to True Self. We bundle up joys, disappointments, questions and certainties and take them into the womb-like cave where Bear invites us to still ourselves … Read More
She invited me to go with her. And when we had plummeted the depths, Whale and I surfaced to breathe. We were in the real world, yet hardly in the day-to-day. Discernment often disrupts the flow of daily activity, bringing … Read More
Clouds floated by like swans on a calm pond. One was bottom-side up and another, upright. Swan-clouds voiced their secret to graceful living, balancing earth and sky, while accepting what the moment brings. There is the ethereal and then the … Read More
I was back in 1959 wound as tight as the top I sent spinning on Christmas morning. In a flash, I was a child again, throwing an inner tantrum. Of course it was private; admitting it out loud might release … Read More
It felt like the breath of God. A pair of ravens flew toward the arroyo. One dipped down and flew back up with a glimpse of the future. The other lifted a corner of the past. Then, as if someone … Read More