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 →

Missing and Murdered Native American women and children

This is the first in a multi-part series that will chronicle my journey into the world of sex-trafficking and murder in Indian Country and beyond. Headlines, hashtags, and public service announcements don't provide a way to explore the nuances, relationships and historical responsibilities involved in the discussion and eradication of the trafficking of vulnerable Native... Continue Reading →

Simplify, simplify, simplify

A couple of weeks ago, I had a chat with a lovely lady. She has a significant belly issue that interferes with life-stuff. After we talked for a bit, she said her belly was making all sorts of noise, like it was talking to her. I asked her to ask it what it was saying. She said,... Continue Reading →

Cast All Your Votes for Dancing

~my darling Hafiz~ I know the voice of depression Still calls to you. I know those habits that can ruin your life Still send their invitations. But you are with the Friend now And look so much stronger. You can stay that way And even Bloom! Keep squeezing drops of the Sun From your prayers... Continue Reading →

Bitter Root Rituals

Barbara Mor I white woman enter the councils of the rock   she is dressed in the skin of her people   to the elders of the rock she speaks     saying our tree is white    with dying roots I have just eaten a bitter root the young men of the rock draw... Continue Reading →


Define me, shrink me: you starve your self of Self. Keep me nailed in a box of unyielding words, That box becomes your coffin. I do not know who I am. I live in brilliant astonishment. I am not Christian. I am not Jew. I am not Zoroastrian. Even a Muslim, I am not. I... Continue Reading →

The Place of Rest

Unto the deep the deep heart goes, It lays its sadness nigh the breast: Only the Mighty Mother knows The wounds that quiver unconfessed. It seeks a deeper silence still; It folds itself around with peace, Where thoughts alike of good or ill In quietness unfostered cease. It feels in the unwounding vast For comfort... Continue Reading →

Healers as Channels

A Response to Responses Several folks have responded to my I've Cured Cancer post with a variation of: "I'm just a channel of universal energy that..." One of the reasons I don't subscribe to that aspect of teaching is because it intentionally limits the relationships between the practitioner and client, practitioner and their responsibility, as... Continue Reading →

I’ve Cured Cancer

Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It's not. ~ Dr. Seuss There. I've said it. Out loud. One of the more challenging aspects of the work I do is related to the fact that people who experience miraculous (a word not used loosely here) results when... Continue Reading →

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