Magic Red Boots

This was an assignment for the Craft of Style class I’m taking right now.  The assignment was to write a short story with beginning, middle and end.  Using nouns and verbs to keep it moving.  When I say short, I mean short.  300 words. Let’s see how I did. The Magic Red Boots Joel stood…

Indulge your Muse

Muses, in general, are greedy little creatures. They want your attention and will do what they have to do to get it.  They want you to listen to them, even if it is 3am. They get in your pocket and follow you where ever you go. They talk all the time… Chatterboxes rolling through your…

What would you do if you weren’t being paid to do it?

That is what a friend asked his son when they were talking about what major he should choose for college. He was 13 years old.  He said he was interested in medicine and would like to be a Doctor.  Now he’s in pre-med at Yale.  That got me thinking… what would I be willing to…

Priestess Feet

How are your feet feeling? Grounded? How About your shoulders? Centered, Down … allowing an Open chest for good full breath How’s your core? Strong flexible Connected to your Beautifully Grounded Priestess Feet.

Feeding The Beast

I’ve been told that somewhere in her mid 50’s every woman encounters “the dark night of the soul”.  Well, if that is true… I’m currently in the deep end and I’ve lost my floatation device.

Imagine a Woman

Imagine a woman who believes it is right and good she is a woman. A woman who honors her experience and tells her stories. Who refuses to carry the sins of others within her body and life.

Join the Caravan of Love

My mom has a little plaque that hangs on the wall over her kitchen sink, it reads: Come in, Sit down, Relax, Converse Our house doesn’t always look like this Sometimes it’s even worse. That is sort of the way I feel about this blog.

We are Women Of Fire

My clan, my tribe, my sisters at the helm, my crew… Mothers and Sisters, Friends and Lovers each of us.

I am worried about the state of our land, our hearts, our children and our planet. I’m worried about you and me and each of us who have been touched in ways we didn’t want to be touched.  I know you are too. For many in power they appear concerned but under their masks of calm, they are afraid, deeply afraid.

Dear Sweet Lifemate – a letter to my body

Dear Sweet Lifemate I know it’s been a very long time since we’ve danced together and I’m deeply sorry for my lack of attention and love. My behavior toward you has been nothing short of neglect and disregarding of the magnificence of what and who you are to me. I commit today to change the…