Visionary Musician & Facilitator
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
As I walked through the dense forest on this crisp, cold winter afternoon, I came upon his tiny cottage. Unlike our houses ~ even our remote, rural houses ~ his cottage was not built along the edge of a road
Child, look back into your history, into your roots, and you will see a time when life was simple. Less comfortable, yes, but as we weren’t attached to being comfortable as you are today, it wasn’t so much of a
Imagine with me the headlines in future historical publications, contemplating the errors of humanity in a country called America during the early 21st century: Insanity at the Brink of Destruction. Imagine the intellectuals, historians, philosophers, and teachers sifting through topics
Beginning just before Halloween, stores in the US start blasting holiday music, setting up displays of Christmas tree decorations, menorahs and candles, sweet treats, toys, and special gift-giving displays that are nearly impossible to avoid. The consumer holiday machine grows
In October 2016, I had the beautiful opportunity to journey to the high Andean community of the Q’ero people with my dear friend Louisa, our Q’ero elders Don Augustin and Dona Benita, and their son Santos. Having made many journeys
Beloved Great Grandmother, I come to you today with an offering, and it’s the only offering I can give you with my fullness and truth: my broken heart. I know that you will receive it with tenderness and care, and