This year has taught me a lot and it has cemented for me this: The work I do is absolutely for everyone who is called to me, no matter this size of their checking account. This is for everyone who is ready to be met where they are, as they are. The unfolding of Covid-related... Continue Reading →
I Felt That
To whoever was reading the Indian Gaming and Missing & Murdered Indigenous Women and Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women a few minutes ago, I felt the threads you sent out. Please, next time, instead of trying to sneak-a-peek, have the courage to connect with me directly.
Empath Horseshit (only slightly different from Empath Bullshit)
A slight change up from Empath Bullshit I used, "I've got a burr in my butt..." in a complete sentence and am kinda proud of it.
On Bubbles and Eggshells as an Empath’s Protection
I met my new acupuncturist last week and when she finally thought she 'got' me, she said, "You're just too porous." She came to this conclusion when I described how being in the wind effects me, sometimes making me feel disoriented or disassociated all while knowing I'm neither of those things. She subsequently wanted to... Continue Reading →
We Do This Together
A Facebook connection shared this earlier today, written by a third party: No one is coming to save you, but it is not because you are unloved. To the contrary: You are so revered, so adored, so magnificent, that to send to you a savior would be to destroy your opportunity to become what... Continue Reading →
Patience and Murder
In the summer of 2017, a young woman from Helena, MT, asked me to put my gifts to work in solving a murder committed six years before that. I figured, "Why not?" At the time, I was beginning what I thought was going to be my first book and getting away from research seemed a... Continue Reading →
Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women and Girls Exhibit at Ziibiwing Center
This is why I will not stop. https://youtu.be/UxZshVvd5gI
Standing Rock and The Fuckery
As I crisscrossed the country the rest of 2014, with my first stop being the Marias River massacre site others, long dead according to written history, begin introducing themselves. Sometimes individually as did Sitting Bull and other times en masse. Until they introduced themselves, I had no intellectual or known spiritual connection to them. They... Continue Reading →
Living with a Price on My Head
There’s trust and then there’s trust. It’s one thing to live in the understanding that that all of creation is supporting you. In theory. When it comes to the life and death experience of knowing someone, somewhere would like you killed, trusting and the lack thereof become pretty clear. ************************************************************************ This is an excerpt from... Continue Reading →