The Deslondes – “Muddy Water”
Just as I was getting ready to fly home for Christmas this past year, I learned that the week before, an ex-boyfriend from two decades ago died. He was my age. We met at the Philadelphia Folk Festival of 2001 and had a whirlwind romance amidst mushrooms and a case a Chimay. How it all started was a blur to me even then. I do remember us bringing out each other's generous affectionate natures. We were surrounded by friends, laughter, great music, childlike revelry, and we rounded out the weekend with a watermelon that had the power to make all of us feel like happy little
Nick Heyward – “Kite”
Something about these recent darkening days has brought the song “Kite” by Nick Heyward back for review in my consciousness. With both Mars in retrograde in my first house of the self, and Mercury in retrograde in my seventh house of relationships, it makes a lot of sense. This was a song that I felt deep resonance with when I was a teenager in crisis. As a child, I had a rich inner world of Beauty and wonder. It was a world that I felt unable to share with anyone. I never met anyone in my youth who seemed to see or feel what I felt.
The Dream of Our Programmed Reality
In my dreams, I am all things – the construct of the space in which the dream shifts and takes place as well as the characters that arise and interact within the shifting construct of the dream. Last night, I had a dream our reality is a program of complex interwoven illusions controlled by unseen power mongers. Dream Written in the Present Tense Our reality is generated around us like a television show that we think is real. It is controlled behind the scenes by people invested in making us believe "our reality" is real. In truth, we are prisoners of the illusion of reality they
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Be BRILLIANT. Force us to wear sunglasses. Make us question our senses. Compel us to reconsider our lives, our motives, our reasons for living. Inspire in us - The Great Existential Crisis, until we are broken wide open revealing ample guts and sincerity, until we are ripened into true human beings, until we are capable of loving each other with respect and kindness, until we can get down on our grateful knees and bow to the wonder of a tulip. Photo credits: Ivett Almaguer
We’re in Heaven
The other day, I was feeling low. I didn’t feel like getting down to work. I was tired from staying up the night before. My energy was in the trough. I got in the shower, and at some point in my cleansing process, Bryan Adam’s eighties hit song, “Heaven,” started playing in my head. In response, I felt an overwhelming wave of warmth spill from my heart and circulate throughout my body. I had the wonderful experience of simultaneously feeling low energy and of loving myself unconditionally. Once in your life you find someone who will turn your world around, bring you up when you're feeling
The Dream of Being a God
Sometime in 2006, I had a dream of being a God. Dream Written in the Present Tense I am flying over the dust of what was once the illustrious capitol of a powerful empire that fell into ruin centuries before. The city had been extremely wealthy and filled with extensive temple complexes and verdant gardens. Water bubbled playfully in fountains throughout the city which was vibrant with rich commerce, bustling marketplaces, artistic expression, and religious ceremonies where people made daily offerings in homage to the gods. As I fly over the city in my eagle god form, I can see all that remains of this once