Pleasure is Revolutionary
I once heard a friend loosely quote William Burroughs: “If, after spending an hour with someone, you feel like you’ve lost a pint of blood, they are a succubus. Run.” Make no mistake—this president-elect is that. [...]
I once heard a friend loosely quote William Burroughs: “If, after spending an hour with someone, you feel like you’ve lost a pint of blood, they are a succubus. Run.” Make no mistake—this president-elect is that. [...]
I am generally the kind of woman that takes action. “Think it, plan it, do it,” is how I operate once I decide on a course of action. But in this political climate, I’ve experienced a [...]
It is still less than a week since we discovered how truly off course this country is. And life is continuing. The world has not ended. Darkness and light continue their sworded dance. In spite of [...]
Are you afraid? Me too. Some people will tell you not to live in fear. They will tell you that the opposite of fear is love and try to sell you the snake oil of their [...]
A sweet friend and I held an intimate grief and healing circle last night. When I announced it, I received so many responses acknowledging my gift to community, as if I were doing something noble. The [...]
Impatience is a common trait, especially in Western societies where discomfort is met with little tolerance. Remember late 2020 when retail establishments began to open up, but not everyone returned to work? The frustration, long lines, [...]
I began this writing as an open treatise…which quickly turned into something much more personal. I offer this to my Meditating with the Body Community and to my extended Sangha of all those harmed by Reggie [...]
Yesterday and today I had a conference/training on Gambling. I thought I’m in Las Vegas, it’s free, I should go. I moved clients around and then yesterday I got in my car, got on the packed [...]
May your heart be open May your words be kind May you see the face of God When you look in each others’ eyes May your feet sink down deep Into the Mother’s soil May you [...]
Every morning, without fail, she put her depression and the misery of her marriage in the dryer that stood in the kitchen good only for countertop space and storing the 20 lb bag of potatoes we [...]