Category: Notes & Reflections

The double edge of hope – being a creature of story and of destiny, being a good solid teller of tales. These days I find myself wondering how close to the truth my art can take me, really? The truth of what my life was? What it is now and what it might be? My…

When I think of gratitude, I think of my mother’s sadness. A prayer I made one night for her wellness. I think of the Earth and picking mint. When I think of exchange, I think of this tending. I think of a coin between the teeth of a shaman, understanding, forgiveness and gratitude. I think…

My aloneness twists in on itself, coiling and compounding, when I forget to look for myself everywhere. In the grass and the sky, in the perked up ears of the unafraid deer, and in the eyes of the guy telling me about the yellow throated birds that have been about lately. In the broken twigs…

I’ve been asking myself lately, when will I let myself be home, at peace? When will I let myself be healed and whole? When will I believe I have found that thing I have been seeking all my life? I’ve started to see that the constant seeking draws the actual knowing of what that thing…

I sometimes think about how the global leaders we have are not truly taught how to be leaders at all. How this kind of education has evolved in the West to glorify leadership as a strategy of striping those they serve of their power in grossly cruel and violent ways, as well as in subtle…

Let go of what you’ve protected with the thorns of mothering, distrust, and anxiety. Let go all the seeds that are for sowing. One day, you might trust that the mere prayer of it is enough. What medicine will grow? Maybe only the thorns and brambles know. Maybe only the dry leaves of autumn know.…

When love is born again, protect that little new life in you. When shit starts to unify, freeze, hold on tight and build a fence to keep out the nibbling hordes. Learn how to protect what is precious. Look to the Earth. Her story reminds you… Creativity is life finding a way, adapting in relationship…

Does being what we are not give life, or does it take life and who decides for us? Is it chaos, insanity, entropy or creativity? Or Life generating – trying on skins – other consciousnesses. Does it leave us confused or fascinated, afraid or courageously curious? Does your imagination frighten you? Does mine? Each strange…

My aloneness twists in on itself, coiling and compounding, when I forget to look for myself everywhere. In everything. In the grass and the sky, in the perked up ears of the unafraid deer, and in the eyes of the guy telling me about the yellow throated birds that have been about lately. In the…

I wonder if healing is just when the future is unwritten. When it is freed from the past? Freed even from the imagination of it. When hope is like water, and the tea is just tea for you and I to drink. When we don’t seek meaning or meaninglessness? Life or death? The day is…