calling us in

The process of seeing is strange and complex. Messages from the retina get transmitted along the optic nerve before diverging into pathways that help you to reflexively orient to something occuring within your environment, and also analyze information that you are taking in – movement, depth, orientation of edges, color, shapes. Our eyes take in…

never not broken

These are strange and psychedelic times, sitting in this liminal space between what was and what will be, a crossroads within both the micro- and macrocosms.  I have been feeling a deep internal shakeup in the way that I always do when met with something much greater than me, bringing lessons of my insignificance and…

what it is

There is death and pain and love and beauty everywhere.I can hear our fingers feverishly dancingacross the cosmic keyboardwriting history and the future all at oncewhile the here and now carvesprimordial symbols into our flesh.Simultaneously brand new and ancient.It leaves grit under the nails and spices under the tongue.I can feel your tears falling down…

feel it all

Can you sit with this ocean of grief?Can you feel the gravity of what is happeningwithout rushing towards silver liningsor happy endings?Let the wound bleed a little longerwithout running to cauterize itwith certainty or guarantees.Let the lacerations cut a little deepercarving lessons of the great mysteryinto your fleshand lean in closeto the pain.Can you soothe…

checking in

I’d like to check in, may I have your attention? I’ve been feeling a lot of fear and anxiety in my body these last few days – some of it is mine, and a lot of it seeping in from the collective. My mind has been busy, I haven’t been sleeping well, adrenaline has been…

opening

I am interested in what is real, and honest, and all the ways we can lean in a little closer to ourselves. The way that the truth weaves softer textures into each inhale and exhale, expanding and stretching and calling us into our fullest expression. I can feel the way so many of us have…

tending the fire

I can feel the way the soft underbelly of winter makes us all a little more raw, more tender, makes us turn in a little closer to ourselves. More permission to rest, get quiet, be still. Grief sits closer to the heart and marks our face with saltwater and truth. Fewer answers, more questions. The…

mother

Do you remember the sound of the hips that cracked to birth you echoing all the way back to the First Mother? The ten thousand secrets whispered into your bloodby every woman that came before you. The blessings of your lineage;how to know yourselfhow to live a lifehow to heal. The burdens;how to hold your tonguehow to carry your painhow to…

witness

What is it about being witnessed that brings us in so much closer, more at home in ourselves? There’s a disruption to the seductive pull of stubborn independence, isolation and separation. A ripening of our fruits. The tenderness of human connection draws us out through the tiny cracks and crevices of our heavy armor, eventually…

autumn

The space in between the inhale and exhale the light and darkness between planes of flesh and spirit. Gather the abundance laid down under the high summer sun and turn your nectar into honey wine. Chop wood carry water and shift your gaze towards the waning golden hour. Listen as the feathered ones sing their…