THE GAP

When systems break down, and there is a gap between what was and what will be, what wisdom can we glean from the cracks, as the old foundation crumbles? When systems break down, when the well stops working and the power…

Harbin – My Body Remembers

There is a gentle mist standing where the smoke and fire once raged, creating a mirage of what was, this cooling sister of smoke. Both cloaked and revealed, the mountains surrounding Harbin are dotted with charred, bare trunks, and bright green grass and brush shooting up all around them. It’s hard to bring forth tears…

may we travel deeper and wider

may we travel deeper and wider each spiraling pathway towards our one. love may the lines in our face now upswing with laughter the universe doesn’t mind either way we started out together with life in mid-sprint ravellings and unravellings to tend and I don’t know where we are headed, but I like to think it’s…

My heart is re-membering

My heart is re-membering. A patchwork quilt assembled with hurried, misshapen stitches, flung together in a life of just-keep-going. These days it’s been a turning towards, undoing the sloppy job and smoothing out the wrinkles, reviewing and re-piecing back together with certainty and care. I remember you, thank you. I love you. I’m sorry. Please…

See your body heal itself

It started as a pain in your back, when, you cannot remember. It’s been carrying you or you’ve been carrying it for so long you don’t know your movement without it. Pray pray pray, feel feel feel, move move move, stretch stretch stretch, and it doesn’t fade, instead it gets louder. It will no loner…

From Trauma to Magic

I’m taking a risk. I hope you will come and be brave with me. At Moon Mountain Gathering | Nevada City, CA, I will be leading a two part workshop: “from Trauma to Magic – Individual and Collective healing through Embodiment” My hope is to provide a brave space where we can find individual and collective…

the full spectrum beloved

The most beautiful sunsets arrive in my eyes this time of year. The kind of amazing that brings gasps through open mouths, wind whistling through my teeth. Heart dropped into guts kind of beautiful. A startling red sun dipping behind the mountains, illuminating a patchwork of jewel toned clouds. It’s not the light itself that…

A Letter to My Whiteness (and Yours)

The defensive scripts of white folks, and the spoonful of medicine we could use instead. After attending an anti-racist workshop examining my whiteness, I learned how there are scripts that white folk predictably go through when called out on racism, appropriation, and the like. The script is our defenses at play. I’m sharing this here…

A path we know by heart

It has been five years. Just now, a bluebird alighted on the topmost branch of the tree in front of my window. I am brought back to the tree outside my bedroom window in my old apartment in Jersey City. It is January and almost dawn. We’ve been up all night, my last hurrah before…

On letting your loss point you towards your love

The story I will tell of these two years in Nevada City is that I came here to heal. I came here to heal the obvious wounds, and the wounds that were more hidden – deeper, older, more obscure, in some ways forgotten, and in some ways brimming to the surface in the wake of…

Returning of the light – the 2017 Christmas Story

On December 7, 2017, the 2 year anniversary (to the day) of being mugged at gunpoint, my car was broken into for the 3rd time. I made the stupid move of leaving my bag (with laptop) in my car for 20 minutes in Temescal, Oakland. I came back to a smashed window and my bag,…

On Resiliency, and the Spiraling Dark Nights of the Soul

Reading a post of mine from two years ago (around the time of my bottom of the well posts)…I feel a sense of exultation and completion. And even so, I am always cycling through these great spirals of life, hoping to level up and get it, really get it, this time… From my vantage point…