ByCarrie Beleno
I spent some time yesterday at Panera between a meeting and a client appointment. Standing at the tea counter, I found myself doing a “happy dance,” you know: wiggling around, singing to myself, generally exhibiting joy? I was excited to see my upcoming client, discovered that I had a new seminar to write and was…
ByMichelle Adam
The summer rain came and went; the cars on the nearby New Jersey highway hummed incessantly; and the fast paced East Coast life continued as I lived with my parents in an effort to heal the pain in my hip. I found work as an assistant editor and writer for an Irish magazine whose offices…
ByCarrie Beleno
Uh oh, NOW what do I have? You’d have to be living under a rock (or without cable) not to miss the never-ending ads for every drug and disease under the sun. They conveniently list every symptom, specifically designed to make us mentally run down the list to see how many of them we…
ByMichelle Adam
It was Thanksgiving, but 18 years ago, at my parent’s house in New Jersey. My days and nights were filled with dreams, wide-open dreams and experiences that revealed the magical possibility of our humanity inside a deep purging. My body—in its pain and opening—had become a vessel through which ancients truths could emerge and…
ByMichelle Adam
Four months had passed since living with my parents in a small house in Ho-Ho-Kus, NJ, a community far away from Oakland, California, and New Mexico, where I had been for several years. Two years ago, I had left New Jersey, from my parents’ earlier house, to go out west, to discover my wings, only…
ByJulia Chi
We got up early… For Spain! At 8am it felt like day was just dawning… A few people wandering, the man with his dog who sits on the promenade collecting euros was already in his place… The sun shone on the limpid blue sea; sparkling, dancing bright… Paving stones outside the restaurants wet washed from…
ByMichelle Adam
Naturalist Henry David Thoreau once wrote, “in wildness is the preservation of the world.” His words resonated with me as I contemplated my life back on the East Coast, in my parent’s house in New Jersey. I wondered what, if any, higher reason I had for coming back to the East Coast after two years…
ByMichelle Adam
“Do you know where sex and love meet? Do you know where wild and order meet? Do you know where thoughts and actions meet, where the sun meets the skimming edge of the earth?”… I wrote these words from New Jersey, inside my parent’s house in Ho-Ho-Kus, a town half an hour from New York…
ByJulia Chi
It seems when I am in Spain, that part of my integration and learning, is to navigate a health clinic of some kind…! At Christmas Bronchitis lead me to the doctor, and now my ‘writing injury’, although much improved has still been causing me pain in the night, and my wrist is still a little…
ByMichelle Adam
Have you ever discovered, after multiple attempts to run and hide from where you are, that you end up, once again, with yourself, wondering what to do? When I lived in Berkeley, California, crippled from pain, and yet still trying to find ways to escape the state I was in, there was one way I consistently…
ByMichelle Adam
I watched a woman grab onto the railing at the YMCA in Berkeley, using it to stabilize her walk, which consisted of one step every minute. Her feet and legs were like those of a Raggedy Anne doll, hard to control and weakening below her. Like her, I too had been swimming at the YMCA, and…
ByCatherine Green
October is a very special month for those of us that work with magic and healing energies. It is believed that the veil between living and dead people is thinner during the month of October, since this is the time when day and night flip the balance. We go from the long, bright days of…