Exploring All Things Empath–beyond the bullshit: Part 2

If you missed the introduction to this deep dive, you may want to read this first.  At the end of the introduction, there are links to my initial empath myth-busting. Being an empath is the most visceral expression of the spiritual truth that we are interconnected; to each other and to all things. It is... Continue Reading →

Undoing Some Empath Bullshit

 See yourself in others. Then whom can you hurt? What harm can you do?” ~ Buddha One of the reasons I began the empath myth-busting task was that as I worked with people struggling how to navigate this way of being, I began to realize that their distinct experiences, fears, and the responses to the... Continue Reading →

My secret is safe with your secret….

I've shared before the confusion and despair felt when ignored by tribal leadership I've reached out to across the continent. Whether the attempted connection is with Osage, Crow, or Anishinaabe (or Blackfoot or Cree or Shoshone or Cheyenne or Pima or....), the silence I've been met with has been as deafening and deadening as the... Continue Reading →

Principles and Visitations from the Mother

I'm reading a book called Benediction by Kent Haruf. It's one of those that I'm forcing myself to finish for reasons I can't comprehend. It's annoying. Damn-near all dialogue and not a single quotation mark. There's a scene in which a preacher pisses off his congregation by suggesting that loving thine enemy and turning the... Continue Reading →

Is porn or child rape the public health crisis?

Arizona wants to call porn an public health crisis. According to CNN, Arizona state Rep. Michelle Udall, R-Mesa, introduced a resolution declaring "pornography is a crisis leading to a broad spectrum of individual and public health impacts." The resolution says pornography "perpetuates a sexually toxic environment that damages all areas of our society." Arizona would... Continue Reading →

More than Mournable Bodies

They are more than mournable bodies whether disappeared or reinvented in a pimp's image, no less an image of God, in case you thought otherwise. Children of blood and bone, certainly; but beyond the skin they are or were in, they breathe fire and thread sinew. Sometimes, dripping it between the grains of sand they... Continue Reading →

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