The Insincerity of Spirituality and Authenticness

I used to practice with Peter Elbow calls methodological believing. For those of you who don't know his work, methodological believing is "the equally systematic, disciplined, and conscious attempt to believe everything no matter how unlikely or repellent it might seem – to find virtues are strengths we might otherwise miss." In some 'spiritual' circles,... Continue Reading →

Corona-Inspired Empath Myth-Tip #2

  As folks, particularly those in the metaphysically-minded marketplace, try to help others make sense of the current state of the world and find some meaning (read market), there is one one myth that keeps resurfacing like herpes. Like the other gift that keeps on giving, it can cause great unseen harm and reinforces fears... Continue Reading →

Feeling Knowledge

Have you ever felt a piece of knowledge slide across your skin? Slippery, like that little something or other that won't come off the tip of your tongue? You know it's there but you can't quite touch it? Then, have you noticed the moments when it suddenly comes forth? As if it's long been settled... Continue Reading →

Hearing the Prayer

  To hear the prayer of one is to hear the prayer of all. To heed the prayer for one is to answer the call for all. Everyone has walked through the doors of Grace and is enveloped, in love. Everyone.

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 →

It Really is All About You

Until it's not More on Empath myth busting Always we want to learn from outside, from absorbing other people's knowledge. It's safer that way. The trouble is that it's always other people's knowledge. We already have everything we need to know, in the darkness inside ourselves. The longing is what turns us inside out until... Continue Reading →

The Occupied Woman

Legions live within the boundaries of her skin.   Joined not at the hip but breath in breath they are, they walk, they weave. The Old Ones occupy her heart in one blood the echo chamber of Ancients.   Spiders occupy her hair, their lighted threads weaving to and fro, stars to sons.   Light... Continue Reading →

I Am Not an Activist

An activator for many things, perhaps. But, never in my mind or heart have I identified as an activist even while creating change in systems unaccustomed to the same. However, there appear to be others--many of them-- who feel differently and have paved the way for me to join the #noDAPL protest in Cannonball, North... Continue Reading →

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