The Invention of Wings and God’s Voice

There is a line in Susan Kidd's "The Invention of Wings": How does one know the voice is God's? Perhaps it was my own voice? Does it matter?   As I read this book and the journey of a burgeoning female abolitionist in it, I think about the parallels between the character, Sarah, and I.... Continue Reading →

Reality of the Unreal

Prophetic dreams, directional visions, and other ways messages from God and gods are as real now as they were in the past. They exist without belief in the same way the earth is round despite there is a rather large contingent that believes otherwise. These things and experiences associated with them also exist outside the... Continue Reading →

Our Way

I have never born false witness. My relationships with those things that others cannot see are my devotion and I can't lie to them or about them. And where they weave me into the physical world--either through the power of prayer or an 'accidental' meeting--it is always outside the boundaries of 'our way' but directly... Continue Reading →

What If You Knew

What would change for you if you knew that a God, The God, all the Gods, wanted nothing more than a relationship with you? What if you knew they do not require worship or for you to follow the rules others have set forward as your way to access the truth of their Being, of... Continue Reading →

We Shaman Types Scare People

We shaman types scare people in the same way schizophrenics do. Our worlds involve relationships with the invisible and the 'inanimate', neither of which seem understandable because they can't adequately be expressed when measured against other's experiences. There's no relatable 'that one time at band camp' shared language. We have conversations with stone and dance... Continue Reading →

To Feel the One

To feel the pain of another is to know their heart.   To feel the darkness of another is to know their heart is not dark.   To breathe the breath of another, is to breathe each other.   Beyond the identities we choose and the language we use, is that for which words only confuse.... Continue Reading →

Oh, Child.

Oh, Child. You are not just a child of God. You are the answer to aeons of prayer. You were made this way before breath brought you to life. Spider woman and thread weavers from realms you've not yet met answered the prayers of Ancients and made you. Your normal is not theirs Your normal... Continue Reading →

Are ‘They’ Spiritually Ill?

A recent exchange on Facebook began with something like this: "Are racists and xenophobes mentally ill?  No, they are 'sick people' who are spiritually ill. They have lost their connection to the community, to hope and to love." That's not an exact quote but it gets to the gist. When I asked how 'spiritually ill'... Continue Reading →

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