ByJulia Chi
We journeyed along the South coast of Spain, and ‘turned right’ for a little way up the West Coast, 450 kilometres we travelled… Shimmering heat, the cicadas calling out, playing their familiar music in the shimmer of hot hot weather… Lunch in Marbella, bright expansive ‘something’s about to happen’ energy, in the setting of holiday…
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…
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…
ByMichelle Adam
Despite the growing cold of winter’s approach, I walked daily in the woods along the ocean at Odiorne Point, New Hampshire. I had moved closer to the ocean after my summer of healing on an inland farm, yet continued practicing walking meditations. My walks were inspired by lessons I had learned during my shamanic classes, especially…
ByGiora Carmi
This time I’m not going to write about this painting and the other one down the page. I added them here to decorate. Maybe they are connected? These words came to me: As long as you send out, you do not receive. The elaboration is below. I am doing short meditations during the day, of…
ByJulia Chi
Today has been a lovely day, a special day… A day filled with joy and love and connection. All days have this within their essence… Each day we live has the potential to be a special day, a day filled with love, connection and joy. The key is that we stay at all times connected…
ByMichelle Adam
I used to walk along the forest path that lay across from the New England farmhouse where I lived in my early 30’s during my summer of 2000. Almost every day—when I wasn’t in too much pain from energy sessions intended to heal my hips—I walked the woods, learning to open my heart to life….
ByGiora Carmi
The pain was strong and unrelenting. I decided to paint it. In the stage in which it was a drawing only, it expressed the craziness and strength of the pain quite effectively. When I added the colors the effect became somewhat weaker. The power of lines to affect the areas that they point at, was…
ByMichelle Adam
I want to talk about fear. Yes, fear…the kind of fear that’s more than a feeling or moment. The kind that years ago, during my summer of healing in New England, gripped me, held my body like a fist I had to work so hard to open. “I’m not feeling fear like a character in…
ByGiora Carmi
I am moved Because it is beautiful for me Meaning, Something from home Love coming through There is an external story Of shapes doing Like, maybe, a tree grows on a rock Maybe it is turning into a monster Doing strange things But inside In a one two three rhythm We go from total darkness…
ByMichelle Adam
I arrived with my friends Carl and Molly at the colonial farmhouse that would be my summer home—my three months with God, the earth, and my broken body and spirit. The old, dark brown house stood only inches away from the cracked, New England road that epitomized what I loved about this part of the…
ByMichelle Adam
There is Divine Order, I say, with a capital “D” and “O”. I’ve come to witness this clearly during my lifetime. Call it Nature. Call it the Law of Attraction. Call it this world-wide web of energies that makes up this matrix we call life. There are laws that govern life that are beyond that which…