Dad-ness
October 23, 2022It is so glorious to feel the merciless cold pulling at you as you reach deeper into spirit.
Category: dance
Drawing Out Poison
January 27, 2021We already knew how to lay down together, wrap our tails around each other…
Wonderment Education
November 29, 2020I’d be teaching my kids wonderment, full time.
Doorway
April 20, 2019I think thats why it can be difficult to talk about that doorway, I disappear completely. There are no words, and little thought. Absolute silence from within.
The Grace of a Daily Shapeshifting Practice
October 17, 2016How do you reclaim wildness, when you are part of a culture hell bent on minimizing or destroying everything wild? How do you embody the presence of an animal to call forth your humanity?
The Wilderness of You {or} What I’m Doing This Summer
July 11, 2016When did it start for you – that deep ache that was also a yearning waiting to be lived? I remember the moment acutely, my feet dangling over the edge of the back seat of Grandpa’s old Buick, feeling so small, like a leaf waiting to be blown out to sea.
Green Offerings
May 4, 2016When I was making my rounds that fateful day, I was being shown that my work with the Sidhe is always happening. Its really about a quality of presence and relationship to life that never ends. Everything has to fit within that connection.
True Prayer
March 7, 2016…I journeyed to the spirit of the Slough, finding an ancient woman twisting her yarn at a spinning wheel, weaving out the eons singing to the tap of her wheel. Listening to her spinning song slowly turned me to gunpowder-black dust. She sang, wove and spun until I became a small bird perched on her wheel transformed by her radiance.
The Interesting Thing About Power & Sacrifice
December 3, 2014It was for that reason I was acutely aware of the power released as the roosters spirit passed.
Echoes Life Gives Up
May 10, 2014Holding her takes on greater power every day, not for her but for me. I can feel her relaxing into me, I can feel that she knows everything is going to be OK because she’s in Papas arms.
Autumn Owl
September 4, 2013This morning I started dancing at dawn again, I haven’t done it since our little fosterling arrived almost nine months ago. As I spread my arms to the sky I immediately felt the company of Owl…
Rebuilding The Circle
March 19, 2013All dance is shapeshifting, that was the latest 4am baby-feeding gift.
Bend and Twist
March 14, 2013I dreamed last night someone handed me a large coffee table book titled “The Young Dancer”. It was dark with red lettering, part painted, part smeared blood.
Dawn Dance 2012
March 20, 2012I counted all the NO’s
in my life,
they didn’t add up to a single YES.
Real Men Dance
November 22, 2011I came of age in cavernous halls, often dancing with adults and little or no parental supervision.
Learning To Dance The Harvest
August 2, 2011Yesterday I awoke with an image in my head of the Spirit of the Land I journey to. She was smiling, gesturing to the ground, a voice said – “Dance the harvest.”
Begin
June 14, 2011Every step holds the potential for a new beginning, that’s one of the things dance taught me. If you’re really dancing, you’re on an edge that can lead you in any direction.
Time To Dance
May 31, 2011I was told you should do the 1 legged stork dance.” That’s what the spirits told my friend Ann when she journeyed about my healing.
My Soul, Your Soul, Our Soul
May 24, 2011The lesson lately has been that just by spending time with my spirit, sitting and becoming aware of its stuck places, I can create healing. Listen, breathe, pay attention.
Thanks For The Dance
January 13, 2011Last night I felt gratitude for the dance training of my childhood. Reflecting on my sons forays into pre-school, I lost sight of the pain I usally feel when I think about dance.
The River Beneath
November 19, 2010After spending an hour getting the frozen muscles surrounding my spine to loosen up, my healer discovered a river beneath the tension.
Remembering The Sacred
August 5, 2010This morning I got a very strong feeling while dancing. It was an awareness of being involved in a quiet cultural movement with many divergent tributaries.
Stepping Over The Edge: The Way A Snake Sheds Its Skin
February 22, 2010I turn to the concrete circle in the middle of our acre of land surrounded by a forest of Oaks. Bowing, I step across the threshold and begin to dance.