Descent

sticks and leaves

sticks and leaves

I have spent the past two weeks reassessing this journey that I am on. My experiences with the animals have left me full of questions about what I am . . . → Read More: Descent

Puzzling

above and below

The light of the moon shining in my bedroom window has woken me up the past few nights before dawn. I love sleep but it is difficult to . . . → Read More: Puzzling

Companions and Guides

unexpected guest

A hawk paid me a visit this week. On Thursday when I went down to feed the horses I heard a disturbance in my chicken coup. When I investigated I . . . → Read More: Companions and Guides

Finding my Rhythm

an opening

an opening

I made the decision this week to extend the internship that I am in at the CG Jung institute for another year. It was a difficult decision. . . . → Read More: Finding my Rhythm

Ripples on the Pond

reaching out

For two weeks I have been leafing through journals and paintings from my past. It was not something that I planed to do. I woke up one morning with an impulse . . . → Read More: Ripples on the Pond

Bend in the Road

moon over the grand canyon

As the New Year began, I found myself reflecting on this project and taking stock of this journey. I have been asking . . . → Read More: Bend in the Road

Reflection

I was married when I was 23. It did not seem so young at the time. I had finished college and was working towards a PhD in The History of Religion. I . . . → Read More: Reflection

Wisdom and Folly

the savanna

The morning after I wrote about Coyote I found what was left of one of my clogs. It was half buried in leaves in the oak grove, discarded like an old dog bone. . . . → Read More: Wisdom and Folly

Letting Go

On New Year’s Eve I took a hike at sunset to say goodbye to the old year. At first I said, ” good riddance” as I said farewell. It has been a . . . → Read More: Letting Go

Coyote

rain dance

It has been raining for days and will continue to rain for several more. The clouds are thick and low outside of my windows. The tree line below my house is obscured . . . → Read More: Coyote