a favorite bumper sticker. I was just telling a friend, I am not an exceptional writer, but I am a singular thinker. The writing is just the vehicle to get my notions accessible. I challenged myself over the years to not get invested in the thinking, to not let my ego be attached to the words on the paper or how people interpret the information. I was talking to an artist the other night and asking her specifically how she handles the response to her work. This was because there were some people at her show  that evening, saying that her work “wasn’t really art” ( straight from the Witch of the Waste’s mouth). The artist herself yelled “making work is for the artist and not for the viewer or the critic. You put your work out for yourself and not for anyone else.”  The luxury of making something and…

Whilst we experience, the decolonization of normalcy. Stop selling me shit and pretending you have the key to satisfaction. Idiot happiness is not a real thing. Living a joyful life, is an everyday and attainable goal. This is the time of change, but more importantly it is really a time of transformation. You might say they are the same phenomena, but transformation is an alchemical process. Where you change into something different, not a shift from one form of energy to another. This is a big difference between the elements in Chinese medicine and the Spirits. The Spirits are concerned with the ephemeral, the not concrete stuff. This is the year of the Wood Snake, shed the skin and become something new. I think there are many elements and stages to transformation, as I see it, you know yourself and be yourself first. Then you can move towards a…

The Summer is winding down, the weather is a little cooler at night. We hear the cicadas singing in the evening. Goldenrod will make it’s appearance shortly. We shift from Yang Fire time to Earth time, the season of harvest. Now is when we traditionally start to talk about mother energy, Earth medicine. The sacred mother. The one great mother. AS we war out the ego of patriarchy, in this gruesome battle for power, filled with violence and dominance, I cannot help thinking that the sacred feminine inside me and inside you, is the heart of true power. Love itself, nourishing and accepting, but make no mistake, crazy fucking powerful. Hag energy: I know myself, I love myself, I trust myself. I am a powerhouse and I will love and protect my children fiercely. The ego wants to dominate and destroy because it is afraid, it lacks the inner structure,…

“ Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside, you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing. You must wake up with sorrow. You must speak it till your voice catches the thread of all sorrows and you see the size of the cloth.” Naomi Nye The size of the cloth, a behemoth, one can’t see the edges any longer, as it unravels on one end and is stitched together hastily on the other side. A temporary solution, that does not have any vision or long term planning involved. We are going break neck speed, to quickly meet a wall. Is our country such a mess because we can’t feel the pain? Are the people in politics verging on mental illness because they are unable to grief? If we allow the sorrow into our lives, and process it in bits, will that alter our trajectory as a nation?…