I was sulking on the curb tired of riding my bike around in circles, unsure where I should go, and wondering where my brothers had gone off to all afternoon. but you never asked me I was spooked when, sitting on Memere's lap in the kitchen, I saw the image of Jesus floating upwards just on the… Continue reading Star Mass
four feathers awash in the sea of Conscious mist whispers tickle against sandy particles encased in the lie of mortal industry we are comforted at long last in formless knowing, free from Imperial direction, denied scales of dutiful measure a small moment when the Heavens reveal a glimmering river of Holy oil in which we… Continue reading Ode to the Warrior
Nine stars hover in an awkward collection of ambition, strife, anger, ebullience and wanting. Tentative questions reach and reach again for deeper understanding. How lovely do we shine with conscientious humility! Sparks of happy energy burn into tender flesh...unleashing cords of suffering that we'd coiled up neatly for safe keeping in small, dry spaces. We… Continue reading Opening
Two places, one a stage and one a garden, both shining light in the circle where shadows show as directed, both inviting action to run through scenes of alternating comedy and tragedy. The Player dances in careful pirouettes for the delight of invisible spectators, while the Hermit hums in the sandy soil shaping… Continue reading Two Places
Saddness and suffering stare us down in every corner, in every shadow, in every turn of the sun, and in every newborn's delighted, open gaze. The gurus, priests and prophets, the witches and the shaman, the healers and the hucksters equally attest, "You can heal." And we believe them. We believe them all...almost. Yet despite… Continue reading Stuff of Life
Dani's Healing 