Teachings
The Angel of Death
The Angel of Death has been hovering near today - near my dear friend and student Martita Vindiola. What a gift it has been to feel Marta so strongly, so close by when for the past few years we have only been in touch sporadically. Today, I received a call saying that...
Cheerleading Camp
Once a month I open the doors of our home to my Shaman Girl friends who are healers and teachers. In streams a few yoga teachers, a handful massage therapists, various life coaches, artists, some authors, and a shaman or two. Some of us can articulate what we offer...
Whew
In the blender. Roto-tilled. In a freefall. That’s how I’ve been feeling the past few weeks, Shaman Girls. Deep stirring. Lots of questions about who I am, what I want to do, and how I relate to my loved ones. Which means there has been self-doubt, anger, tears, and...
The Wounded Truth
Embrace the truth of who you are. You are love and light. Endless possibilities abound. Shine! For years, I’ve heard – and spouted off – these truths. Lately? I just ain’t feeling them, Shaman Girls. Right now they sound like Charlie Brown’s teacher saying...
If Shaman Rose Can Cook
I firmly believe that if you can read, you can cook. Shaman Rose tried desperately to prove me wrong. She insisted that she could NOT cook. I refused to believe her. There was a lot tied up in her “I don’t cook” statement, none of which was true. Then she almost burnt...
What No One Talks About
There is a war going on inside of my head and heart. F bombs are being dropped, blame hurled, subversive guilt employed, smoke screens of confusion thrown in, and one very achy heart sorting through it all. The war that’s going on is over being a woman – or rather...
Shoes Don’t Matter
Shaman Boy doesn’t care much for getting shoes on or clearing his plate. Or being ready to walk out the door. Or taking care of any one of the multiple, daily little jobs that being human requires. He’d much rather hop around like a bunny or ask 2 million questions....
Our First Lovey Project!!!
Okay Shaman Girls, here is our very first Lovey Project and we are starting BIG. Don't know what a Lovey Project is? Then read up, and come on back to join us. Don't worry, we'll wait. Here we go! My grandmother was extremely, devoutly Catholic. So why’s her...
Lovey Projects: Got Love? Need a Lovey?
Everybody deserves to be loved as much as my lovey Nairobi. Just look at this guy. He once could sit up on his own. His paws have been rubbed off and re-sewn multiple times. And he’s gone entirely gray. I have a dream that I’ve held onto for many years, nestled close...
Scared to Speak the Truth
Why is it so scary to tell the truth? The water is running for an usually long time in the bathroom. Never a good sign when you have a five year old and you’re just waking up. I groggily plod in to check it out, “What’s going on?” “Nothing,” Shaman Boy replies, not...
