Visionary Musician & Facilitator
There is a delicate balance between giving respect to others, and allowing those with perceived power and superiority to retain their position. Men over women, white people over POC, wealthy over poor, and in every kind of disenfranchised, out-of-balance population.
As creative and holistic people seek to create sustainability in work that they love and believe in, finding a path toward balance and stability is often a challenge. In the current climate, there are more and more festivals/expos/fairs that seek
Sometimes I miss being involved in the classical music world. I miss working together with high caliber musicians, and I miss the paradigm of respect for the art that is sorely missing in the spiritual circles within which I spend
I recently received a call from someone who was interested in my healing work, and wanted to know what made my work as an Energy Medicine practitioner stand out. I loved the question, and was happy to share my perspective.
For those of us who are deeply disheartened by the ongoing decline in civility and humanity in the US during these last couple of years, it is totally appropriate to feel anger and outrage. Anger and outrage are the response
I am a huge advocate of love, compassion, and peace. I want nothing more than that for every human, and every non-human, living in this and all worlds. AND there comes a time when far too many good, kind people
The stars are immense ~ the clear night sky is truly magnificent during this dark window of the new moon. And yet, most of western culture inhabitants live in places where it is not possible to exist free from light
As I sat with the night sky, drinking in the cool breeze, the wind in the trees, I asked Her to unwind my nervous system, to recalibrate me to the true speed of life. Lightning flashing in the north, illuminating
Each night when I’m home and the weather is good, I go to sit with the night. Sometimes I meditate with my mala, and sometimes, I just sit and listen. This has become one of my favorite things in
The rusted funnel of my consciousness wanders among the clouds of mid-morning’s knowing, and only the butterfly understands the tunnel of lightness that has opened, that has swallowed me whole, resisting nothing, saying nothing, holding only the knowledge of trust