Author Archives: Karen
all heart, all love
for Jacque A friend of mine adopted a dog earlier this year. Mason was rescued, with a group of other dogs, from the fire in Bastrop this past Labor Day weekend. It turned out, however, that Mason had not been … Continue reading
tangibleness and love
I am participating in a year-long course in shamanic herbalism. The experience is like nothing I have ever done before. (hmm, a thought arises as I write those words; interestingly, the only thing that seems at all akin to this, … Continue reading
trysting with yourself
I have written about listening I have spoken about the way the world is constantly talking to us. We ourselves are also always talking to us, too. The trick is to catch the moment and listen to ourselves too, the … Continue reading
graceful, awkward, real
I am afraid of awkwardness I am afraid of being awkward and gawky and ugly the kind of awkwardness that is so uncomfortable in my own skin that it makes … Continue reading
sailing the signals
The other day I saw them radio towers at sunset tall ships on an electronic sea. This is a … Continue reading
the sunset moment
In the medicine wheel tradition of my lineage the medicine circle which centers me and grounds me West is the place of darkness. West is the place of endings. West is the time of sunset, West is the time of … Continue reading
apologies
This is a funny world we inhabit out here, this world of tweets and blogs and mirrors. There is so much we reveal, and so little we have to go on learning the cultural mores the local customs out here … Continue reading
a story of a story (part 1)
There’s a way of living in rhythm with the Sacred, where all that goes on is a dance of meaning and relationship. Where everything that happens, is all just the steps in the dance. Where it’s not about good or … Continue reading
the soil beneath an acacia tree
Yesterday was my step-grandson’s 5th birthday. It’s been very odd having step-grandchildren, let alone being in these sometimes ambivalent, continually-evolving, relationships that I have with my husband’s adult children, when I have never had children of my own. It’s only … Continue reading
queen of the sun (a love song)
They dance from sun to earth and back to sun again a choreography of flower in the cycle and of courtship soil and sun. Root lifts to meet sky, sap mounts to bud and blossom earth sex-energy rises where nectar … Continue reading