artist: R Blackwater In the introduction to this series on Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women and Children, I mentioned that this unfolding of the Fuckery and I requires discussion of history and the repercussion arisen out of it, trauma experienced and held by peoples and the natural world, realities of misogyny, sexuality, institutionalized racism, the... Continue Reading →
The Power of Being Seen Aspects of the work I do are profoundly intimate. It's close enough that men have said, "I feel like we just made love" when clothes are never removed and women have said, "How could you know?" when I merely touch them and am flooded with every.thing because their body and psyche speak... Continue Reading →
And Wearing Grace like a Sheath I remember when I needed noise. Lots of it. Noise was my Ritalin, the stimulant that helped me focus. In college, the second time around when I actually cared about studying, I'd spread all my bits out on the floor around me with the TV on in front of... Continue Reading →
Hmmmm...I'm not sure how this person is defining 'spiritual' here but I'm going to make a short leap and guess that he meant 'Have you ever been attacked by something invisible?" Yes, I've been in a relatively uncomfortable situation with something, that to others, was not visible. However, because it was invisible does not mean... Continue Reading →
It's been a looooooong time since I've dived into some really yummy fiction! I've had the opportunity to do so the past couple of days and I'm officially in love! Michael Cunningham, who I've not read before has written The Snow Queen. I'm going to string together some of what he wrote to describe some... Continue Reading →
This is a Rumi poem about Soul Artists--those that guide the motion of energy that is given. According to Coleman Barks, Hakim Sanai was one that, it was said in Sufi circles, could "hold two opposing energies in one gesture.You have a source inside you, a cool spring that sometimes stops flowing,frozen or clogged with... Continue Reading →
The other day I was struck with a string of questions. They didn't necessarily emerge from any real, in-depth thought. Not things I've been ruminating on but they just came in a burst. A rather long one but what are you gonna do? Turn it off? Methinks not. So I put pen to paper and... Continue Reading →
Funny how the electronic age and all of it's twits, tweets, Faces and other gizmos, whatzits, and widgets have helped morph my definition of 'friend'. A couple of weeks ago, I 'met' a woman named Shea McGuir (follow her here because she's just that cool--@happybranding). What's followed is an e-conversation inspired by a few... Continue Reading →
