The Soul knows the Way. She always does. So Stop and Listen. Today is 20 years after 9/11. It’s 20 years since the United States was paralyzed, even if for just a few moments, by terrorists that took down our … Read More
Present reflections tied to May 2001 journal entries about my healing journey – The crows flocked to the bare tree branches of winter, and then, within seconds, flew off to become black wings against the clear blue skies of New … Read More
Where does FEAR and TIGHTNESS come from? Why is it that back in 2001, I had so much tightness in my body that I could barely move without great pain? What had paralyzed my legs and the rest of me far … Read More
I received a text, followed by the local news last Thursday evening: our New Mexico schools would close for three weeks. As a teacher, I was relieved. After all, the schools, especially at this time of the year, had already … Read More
Today, I remembered it as if it were yesterday. I was in my father’s apartment in Buenos Aires, Argentina. I sat on the bed in one room, in massive pain from the night before when I had pulled my arm … Read More
“I have a dream” are the most memorable words associated with Martin Luther King Jr., the man celebrated for having had the courage to act on his dreams, no matter how unfathomable at the time. Back then, in the 1960s, … Read More
I want to talk about Death. Yes, Death. That one we whisper ever so quietly because she has become a four-letter word in a world that resists surrender. That resists letting go. That resists dying what no longer serves us … Read More
The sun paints the sky in bright pink, orange, and grey-blue streaks as it sets here in New Mexico. Our Sandia mountains reflect the evening like the inside of a watermelon. And on the weekends, after a week of finding … Read More
What is power? How do feelings of powerless impact our connection to each other and the earth? As a child we don’t know what power or being in our power means. We come into the world needing food, water, love…all the … Read More
“For once on the face of the earth, let’s not speak in any language; let’s stop for a second, and not move our arms so much,” wrote the Chilean Poet Pablo Neruda in his poem “A Callarse” more than fifty … Read More
