Visionary Musician & Facilitator
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
While I’m hardly naive enough to see the sickening happenings in my country as new, I am truly shocked to see how much heartlessness, greed, and self-righteousness has been given voice. Greed over caring for each other. Hostile intolerance over
Sitting on the deck, drinking in the night. I love the Real World!!! The Night, the Forest, the Fireflies, the Breeze, the Cricket Song, the Trees, the Light Mist of Rain. I love these things that bring me into my
Sometimes it’s hard to unravel a story of the present moment back in time to its “beginning,” and it seems that every beginning is simply the continuation of some previous moment or story, too. As I’ve pondered how to honor
I am sitting here on the ground surrounded by remnants of frayed rope. Hemp rope, rough and scratchy. My hands are red and burned, and my body is bruised. But the pain in my body is small right now, when
I am thankful and optimistic that my social media feed is filled with strong and compassionate views about making change in this country. I am so grateful to find myself surrounded in community that truly wants to move toward PEACE
As the caretaker of sacred community, I am super committed to integrity, authenticity, kindness, and connection. I want there to be a space where WE can come together and rediscover sacred ways connected to what our culture collectively calls “SHAMANISM.”
There are so many different kinds of people in the world. Some love questions for the sake of philosophical and mental bantering, and the game of devil’s advocate. Some are interested in only seeing their own beliefs reinforced. Some see
When I was about five years old, I received a very special gift from my mother’s father, my grandfather: a small turquoise and silver ring. I can’t remember the occasion for the gift, or any specific circumstances around receiving it,
In this country of great wealth and luxury, we tend to prefer an inebriated state of numbness, ignorance, distraction, and apathy to *actually* having to face things that are horrific. Build a wall around the heart, be unwilling to feel