Rooster’s Crow
Healing, nor transformation, ends with our own. Rooster’s crow was more than a morning alarm. It was a wakeup call...
Healing, nor transformation, ends with our own. Rooster’s crow was more than a morning alarm. It was a wakeup call...
Continued healing: I see ravens every day, gigantic ones. On that particular day, it was dramatically different. Eventually they would...
I had completely caved to clichés. Was it a last-ditch effort, or did I, too, have an axe to grind? We mirrored each...
With two recent snows, it was hard to realize how quickly summer was approaching. My loving other and I were...
I put one hand on my heart, the other, on top of the mesa. Lying on Mother Earth, I wondered...
I breathed a prayer over our land, “How can I best be here, in the desert, with people more native...
Shape-shifting Raven lifted me up and showed me how to clear a way through. If I would draw from lessons...
The big bad wolf stood on the other side of the door and I became a child again. I could...
Gander sat high on a rock belting out his counsel. Periodically, I wondered about his relentless message. Finally I gave...
My recollection is as clear as if Doe were standing here today. Deer happened upon me and gazed on my...
When the world is wound in a drama that does want to quit, I am more open to some of...
A nip in the air hints of winter’s call to hunker down and come back to True Self. We bundle...