From Elder to Ancestor

From Elder to Ancestor

Even though I had a wonderful elder who taught me that everything was alive, I was unable to assimilate that awareness and my experience of souls into the demands of everyday life. This is the book I wish I’d had.

Speaking the Initiatory Wound

Speaking the Initiatory Wound

The first time I tried to write what would be Gift of the Dreamtime, I was seven years old. I called it “The Incontrovertible Truth.” I don’t even know where I learned that word. My story was hand-written on wide-ruled notebook paper in a powder blue paper binder. That conviction and drive to put it all into words persisted into its final publication nineteen years ago, 1 September 2004 by Spilled Candy Books.

That revelation sat hard a few weeks ago, and it left me exploring who I was when I wrote it and what has changed for me now. By the time Gift of the Dreamtime was fully conceived, I recognized its context as my initiatory wound where soul tending is concerned. The whole time through its writing I questioned whether I should be writing it to share. Was it enough to just put it into words for myself? Every time I heard, “No.”

Speaking the Initiatory Wound

Nineteen Years

https://www.instagram.com/reel/Cv0J0Lhg1Ex/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link&igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA== Nineteen Years Much the way new parents refer to their babies’ (I have twins; always plural 😉 age as “twelve weeks” or “twenty-four...
A Little Excitement…

A Little Excitement…

I’ve been sitting on this for a couple of months… though I can finally tell everyone! And for real–I suck at withholding surprises, so this hasn’t been easy. Next year this time, there will be a new little book running around! Maybe not so...

Honoring Cycles

For years I thought I had reverse Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD). I never felt particularly down in the gloom of winter, but in the overwhelming bright sunlight of summer. Funny acronym, SAD. I knew deep down, though, that’s not what it was. This time of year...