Shamanism is a way of talking about old medicine; medicine as old as our hearts. I recently learned that a woman who attended one of my classes (we became friendly) died in suicidal circumstances. Substance abuse played a role in her life, as well as through her life...
I’m having a BIG SUMMER. My youngest son is leaving home. The beautiful boy whom we’ve raised and coddled is departing the nest and testing out his wings. Interestingly, I feel different than when my first child left home; I felt grief and trepidation...
As I write this, the three guys I live with are playing football on the other side of the floor-length living room windows. It is a hot, muggy Florida evening, my husband and two boys are enjoying some guy time, and my oldest son is going to college in three days....
I am learning how much I want my children to be happy. Of course, many of us want children to be happy; we want to protect their innocence and joy, as we wish someone had done for us. I think the instinct to be protective of children is a good one…until we start...
O men, grown sick with toil and care, Leave for awhile the crowded mart; O women, sinking with despair, Weary of limb and faint of heart, Forget your years to-day and come As children back to childhood’s house. ~Phoebe Cary I have known for a long time that...
