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Lily fully embodies the healing art of taking a nap. In her siesta on a sizzling summer afternoon, she snuggled up with the medicine bundle for Throwing the Bones Ceremony. She’s so completely at pe…

Lily fully embodies …

Lily fully embodies the healing art of taking a nap. In her siesta on a sizzling summer afternoon, she snuggled up with the medicine bundle for Throwing the Bones Ceremony. She’s so completely at peace, fully content in her body and whole being. Resting. Pausing. Taking deep breaths. Dreaming. Metabolizing life experiences. Regenerating. Transforming at the cellular level. Reconnecting and readying for whatever comes next. She’s in close communion with the spirits, weaving fibers of connection from cat heart to many hearts. Her furry head and velvety ears nestle into the bobcat hide, the s…

The red rock mesas towered overhead, shimmering with stardust in the brilliant light of the sun. I didn’t know where I was or exactly who else was there. Still I could feel our connectedness, the wo…

The red rock mesas t…

The red rock mesas towered overhead, shimmering with stardust in the brilliant light of the sun. I didn’t know where I was or exactly who else was there. Still I could feel our connectedness, the wonder and well-being, harmony and love, weaving everyone and everything together. This exquisite sensation was in the glistening red rocks embraced by the turquoise sky. The loving sensation was in the air, tangible and breathable, emanating from every little bit. Pure aliveness. Belonging. Togetherness. Home. As my eyes sensed the sunrise drifting through my bedroom window, the dream began fading …

Here’s Lily ~ the furry feral mama cat who came to live with me about eight years ago. I needed a mouser for my rural New Mexico home, tiring of carrying live-trapped mice down the road to other lan…

Here’s Lily ~ the …

Here’s Lily ~ the furry feral mama cat who came to live with me about eight years ago. I needed a mouser for my rural New Mexico home, tiring of carrying live-trapped mice down the road to other lands. Knowing Lily had kept two litters of kittens alive, basically on her own while living outside, convinced me she was a skillful hunter. Being more familiar with dogs, I wasn’t exactly sure how a feral mama cat would come to know me as her person and claim her belonging in our home. After hiding behind a wicker shelf for a couple days, Lily showed me her cuddly purring self, settling in my lap…

Buffalo roam the prairies and live in great herds. When tending to their young, Buffalo instinctively gather themselves in a circle, facing out, surrounding the little ones. The guardian buffalo stand…

Buffalo roam the pra…

Buffalo roam the prairies and live in great herds. When tending to their young, Buffalo instinctively gather themselves in a circle, facing out, surrounding the little ones. The guardian buffalo stand vigil, holding their ground, protecting the precious new lives. The protective space made by Buffalo is not a permanent structure. Discernment is made about who may be allowed to come close and pass by. The standing circle dissolves away when other choices are ready to be made. As Buffalo graze, rest, and run through the prairies, they continue to honor and watch over the herd, the young, the lan…

We are living in times when many voices are calling for less violence and hate and more acceptance and love. We are standing in a long line of generations who have been shouting these words, singing t…

We are living in tim…

We are living in times when many voices are calling for less violence and hate and more acceptance and love. We are standing in a long line of generations who have been shouting these words, singing these words, and living and Dying for these words. Is anybody listening? And who are we trying to reach?  To create a more loving world, we’ll need to aim healing attention inside. The inner landscape, our interior worlds, are not the only spaces where change and transformation take place. Yet without the inner shifts, we’ll habitually perpetuate judgments and lies about who’s superior and b…

We are living in times when many voices are calling for less violence and hate and more acceptance and love. We are standing in a long line of generations who have been shouting these words, singing t…

We are living in tim…

We are living in times when many voices are calling for less violence and hate and more acceptance and love. We are standing in a long line of generations who have been shouting these words, singing these words, and living and dying for these words. Is anybody listening? And who are we trying to reach?  To create a more loving world, we’ll need to aim healing attention inside. The inner landscape, our interior worlds, are not the only spaces where change and transformation take place. Yet without the inner shifts, we’ll habitually perpetuate judgments and lies about who’s superior and b…

We are finding our way through a transformational passage, a significant turning of the time with humanity and on our earth. We are walking with death. Cycles are completing. Endings are being crafted…

We are finding our w…

We are finding our way through a transformational passage, a significant turning of the time with humanity and on our earth. We are walking with death. Cycles are completing. Endings are being crafted. Leavings are taking place. Changes are being made. In the thresholds between what has been and what is being envisioned, designed, and built, we’ll inevitably encounter mystery and unknowns. In the time between worlds, we may feel curious and excited, lost and unsettled, numbed and overwhelmed. How is your heart? A couple weeks ago, I woke up in the middle of the night with a pit in my stomach…

As we enter new cycles in our lives and on our earth, we may find ourselves searching for guidance to find our way in our changing world. Here is what we were shown in a community ceremony about these…

As we enter new cycl…

As we enter new cycles in our lives and on our earth, we may find ourselves searching for guidance to find our way in our changing world. Here is what we were shown in a community ceremony about these significant Turning of the Times… The Spirits describe this time in our lives, personally and collectively, as a confluence of rivers. On the body of our earth, confluences are places where rivers meet up. Their waters mix. Sediments swirl around. Colors change. Ecosystems rearrange. Prevailing currents shift. New riverbeds and watery pathways eventually form. Much mystery still remains in the …

Have you heard about the mysterious comet traveling toward earth? Astronomers have labelled this celestial being the 3i-Atlas. There are questions about whether this interstellar traveller can officia…

Have you heard about…

Have you heard about the mysterious comet traveling toward earth? Astronomers have labelled this celestial being the 3i-Atlas. There are questions about whether this interstellar traveller can officially be classified as a comet. This celestial body is structurally unique and moving differently than would be expected of a comet (from western-science points of view). What seems certain is that the comet originates from outside our solar system. On December 19th, the comet will be passing close by our earth (as measured in galactic concepts of close proximity). This fly-by connection with our pl…

She floated in the rippling waters of the hot springsher delicate wings reaching for airunable to lift up to fly I tiptoed slowly toward hercareful not to create waves of turbulenceand scooped her up …

She floated in the r…

She floated in the rippling waters of the hot springsher delicate wings reaching for airunable to lift up to fly I tiptoed slowly toward hercareful not to create waves of turbulenceand scooped her up in my cupped handswater drained out between my fingerssix dragonfly feet touched down on my open palm Setting her on dry ground in a sunbeamI stepped away to give her ample roomto heal and rest and take a breathwhile she assessed the changing situationwith the brilliance of her dragonfly eyes and mind From across the steamy watersI watched her open and close her wingssparkling in the sunlightsetti…

Grandmother Corn is an Ancient Onewho shares the medicinesof abundancelush nourishmentand generositythat flowwithout any conditionswith no strings attached Everyone’s included in the bountiful shari…

Grandmother Corn is …

Grandmother Corn is an Ancient Onewho shares the medicinesof abundancelush nourishmentand generositythat flowwithout any conditionswith no strings attached Everyone’s included in the bountiful sharingnobody’s left out of the beauty and richnesswalls aren’t built to separate the haves from have-notsthere is nothing you must do to receive her gifts In her eyesthe web of lifeis not chopped apartinto deserving||undeservingsuperior||inferiorgood||badright||wrongbetter than||less There are no words in her languageto evaluate who is worthy ofhaving more than enough and plenty oflovefreedomshelt…

Eagles have extraordinary gifts of vision. They gather up the long view, seeing for miles, while attentive to the details in life nearby. Eagles’ vision is expansive, wide and deep and clear, while …

Eagles have extraord…

Eagles have extraordinary gifts of vision. They gather up the long view, seeing for miles, while attentive to the details in life nearby. Eagles’ vision is expansive, wide and deep and clear, while they soar with the winds, hunt to feed their eaglets, perch steadily in the stillness, and pause to have a look around. Eagles’ vision guides their travels through all kinds of dimensions with ease and natural grace. They roost in towering pines, coast on the air, touch down on the earth, collect branches and build ingeniously designed nests, and reach their talons into rushing river currents to…