Horses have been instrumental, possibly the most influential animals, in human progress in the past centuries. The horses provided transportation, they sacrificed in so many ways, including on the battlefield and the farm field. They have amazing stamina. They have carried us on their backs and ...
Waiting forces us into our own inner gallery, into a viewing of the styles, qualities, and contents of our own consciousness. That is why we so often try to avoid waiting, because facing the mosaic of our own minds can be disturbing, and depressing. It’s difficult to look directly at our ...
Part of the problem is that many of us associate adulthood with the misery and bitterness we’ve seen in those who did the right thing, by going to a job that made them sick and cynical, so they could have enough money to raise a family they couldn’t really spend time with, so they could put ...
The soul is always already working on us, in us, and drawing our attention through desire with symptoms and signs and synchronicity to where transformation wants to happen. Our task is to feel for the heat and follow the flame. Otherwise, we’ll remain out in the cold, separated from our own ...
Embracing all of us also returns us to our humanity. Our humility. Our hearts. And if the world needs a resurrection of heart-driven humanity, it’s now.
... the Hawk Woman has come for you, and She does not take kindly to refusal. Can you hear Her screeching in the storm? You might mistake Her for a Banshee if you were to miss the befeathered locks and temple-dancer adornments. No, this woman is no Banshee, but She has no warm, maternal arms ...
And when I had expelled all of my prejudices, my disdain and my failures, I then sat up and heaved forth every needle pinch to skin and each bleed of my heart. When I opened my mouth, with head held back, as that of a woman, crazed, I wailed and then let out my breath and fell back, destroyed.
To say I got here alone would be a massive disservice to my loved ones and those no longer in my life. Each one has helped me see a facet of myself, for good or for ill. Sometimes it may feel lonely here, but I’m never alone. I’d like to thank everyone profusely for being the people they are, ...
Even now, when I’m broke, stuck, depressed, I still manage to hold my head up high, thoroughly maintaining my hard-earned level of resistance. This dark pervert part in me has the lead, still. It is crazy, mad, irresponsible, but so fucking strong and powerful; it’s holding the reins of my life ...