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Wild Flower

Nature and art have always been important to me, and regardless of life, I always make room in my day for them. They ignite primal sparks of the self that come from the way back; before letters, before words, before the written representation, we saw ourselves in nature, and represented our “souls” through the skin of the earth. 275 more words


Day 159: No such thing as failure

Failure.  My shaman said it at the end our session the other day.  It’s a word that’s been floating around in my head for weeks…since I started to teach SUP, actually.   732 more words


Mongolian Shamans' Mirrors

I just finished “Inside and Outside the Mirror: Mongolian Shamans’ Mirrors as Instruments of Perspectivism” by Caroline Humphrey (available through JSTOR), and I think I’m going to have to read it again because it was so good and fairly dense (but totally readable). 455 more words

Love is Not a Reward

The long silence has been the result of getting my head down and focusing on completing 3 major pieces of writing.

I’ve come up for air. 164 more words


Medicine Wheel

I’m heading up to Washington to spend three days with one of my favorite music groups, the Dave Matthews Band, at the most beautiful venue on Earth, the Gorge Amphitheater. 723 more words

30,000 B.C.

In the year 30,000 BC, a chick just like me would have been looking out from her rock ledge perch one summer afternoon and wondered, in the dappled sunshine: what the heck is the name of that black-white-and-grey bird over there picking lustily at my berries? 1,195 more words