This series of posts is an account of a period in my life in which everything I leaned on, everything that helped  me feel secure and at home in the world, dissolved. My days were invaded by visions, my nights by endless dreams, many healing, some horrific. I came to see this as an initiatory process lasting years that ultimately brought me to the spirits.


Coyotes Formula For Change

The Shaman And The Samurai


Feet On The Path

Writing As Re-membering

Coyote Friend

Chop Wood, Walk Through Darkness

Bone Journey

Dancing With The Dark Feminine

Joining The Circle

The Lightning Shaman

The Way A Snake Sheds Its Skin

Into The River

Yage Is Only A Vine

Open Message To The Dead


An Invitation

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