ByMichelle Adam
At some point in our lives—if we are fortunate enough—we wake up to discover the lie we have been living. What lie?: the lie of being unworthy; the lie that we have nothing to give; the lie that we are an emaciated child, empty, and desperate for the world outside of us to define us…
ByGiora Carmi
I have not written for the blog for a long time. The reason is that I constantly change. In a strange way I do not know who I am, because every time I look to see, it is someone else. Is this an exaggeration? Yes. The changes are small but enough to bewilder me. I…
ByJulia Chi
On top of the world, space peace… Maggie and I sat on the top of Monte Pecho this morning as the sun rose and this is how she described being here, living in the Alpujarras… Maggie has lived here for fifteen years, she and her husband Jack wanted a change, and discovered Bubion and have…
ByMichelle Adam
Have you ever traveled deep into your pain, only to discover it wasn’t yours?…only to discover it was love, an immense love you carried for another so fully that you were carrying their pain inside you? Back in New England, in the winter of 2001, I embarked on a shamanic journey—a lucid dreaming into my…
ByGiora Carmi
This drawing describes me exactly, as I am now. And it can show me the way to change this way that I am, into another one that I prefer, if I feel like it. It still surprises me to see how well this method works in showing me to myself. You can say that there…
ByCatherine Green
Today I want to talk about grief. Perhaps it is because I am growing older, but death seems to be coming closer. I was very fortunate to have all four of my grandparents until my mid-thirties. I now have two grandparents surviving, but they are both old and ill. My aunts, uncles and cousins still…
ByMichelle Adam
The fire burned full and dark that night on the beach when my friend and I watched a car go up in flames under winter’s full moon. Unknowingly, we watched a man take his life, and weeks later, under the full moon, I gathered with shamans to help his lost soul cross to the other side….
ByGiora Carmi
Everything that I used to see as concrete is turning into states of moving energy. I haven’t written for the blog for quite a long time. The reason is that I am changing and for a while I lost the clear feeling of direction. I would wake up every morning and ask: Where am I? What…
ByCatherine Green
My dog is the best! He is a cheeky, noisy, clumsy, adorable crossbreed, and he is our boy. Baxter is a rescue dog, and we believe he is Welsh, since he was found near Wrexham and taken to a local dogs’ home, before being transferred to a home in Stoke-on-Trent, which is where we found…
ByMichelle Adam
Tonight the wind danced to chimes on the vine-covered tree outside my house, and a horse released wild cries as its front legs kicked defiantly into the air. I walked outside to record the sounds of what I later called “wind horse.” Tonight, after a month of absence, I also returned to the stories of…
ByCatherine Green
This week I feel a little bit nostalgic, and rather reflective. I have been talking about my blog to a few writer friends, and that prompted me to look over some of my older blog posts, and spruce them up a little bit. It is interesting to see how my blog has evolved, and how…
ByMichelle Adam
What are the chances of opening to a page in my journal of 18 years ago, and coming across a passage about Trump? Well, it seems the chances are good. In December of 2000, I had copied the following information from a book about Mary Magdalene and the Sacred Feminine: “The Tarot card Trump No.15…