Does a bird remember yesterday, I wonder, or is every moment new? Sometimes a bird brain might be a good thing! Etchings made by years gone by can weigh the psyche down.
If I learn to shapeshift the very first thing I will do is become a bird and fly free.
David Bohm remarked that “Thought creates the world and then hides and says it didn’t do it.” The world is as we think it, but generally people tend to believe that the world is an objective reality and our thoughts merely reflect on and interpret it. Not so. As Shakespeare
The universe is complex and elegant, but in a way actually very simple. It is held together by an energy that pervades and drives everything, which is unitive. If we can be in touch with that unitive energy, then everything is simplified. We try to make life hard, the illusion
I don’t often speak of my relationship with the system of tarot, which is a method of inviting and allowing for the voice of spirit to speak to us that was developed centuries ago. Such systems of consulting with the helping spirits have been around since the beginning of human
Once upon a time on a ranch in California I did a Vision Quest that lasted for 10 days. In my most troubled and devastated time of life, I went deep into the wilderness and found a spot under a gorgeous oak tree and made a home there. The stories
Tonight as I have been busying myself with menial tasks, the deliriously wonderful movie Enchantment has been playing in the background. I noticed last night that it was playing and put it on my DVR to re-watch sometime. It turned out to be an oracular voice tonight, as often happens
I have remembered today some extraordinary incidents that moved straight to the core of me and made their mark. When such things happen they are usually profoundly recognized in the moment, but can be forgotten, like a dream. Like dreams do, they come back.
What penetrates to the core does so
Welcome Morning
There is joy
in all:
in the hair I brush each morning,
in the Cannon towel, newly washed,
that I rub my body with each morning,
in the chapel of eggs I cook
each morning,
in the outcry from the kettle
that heats my coffee
each morning,
in the spoon and the chair
that cry “hello there, Anne”
each
North Korea, South Korea, China, America – the news the last couple of days feels foreboding. The holidays create a certain frenzy. So my thoughts go to the stars and the axis of the earth, and I feel the need to visualize a stabilizing of these forces into the holding
Today is the anniversary date of my having become a mother, the birthday of my oldest daughter, Josi Ann Ward. I had a very difficult, lengthy ordeal in that birth process, but as soon as that tiny angel with her rosebud colored lips was in my arms I remember saying