Many of us; healers, mystics, seers, and medicine folk, Have experienced deep pain. Deep suffering. Pillaging of the soul, When we find...

Last Sunday as I wrote to you, again the pen had a life of its own, as I gazed out of the window, there she hung, the waxing moon,...

Some will say that summer has just begun! Yet I am feeling the clear whispers of Autumn, and the garden is telling me that my feelings...

Good evening beautiful people, as I pick up the pen, the words begin to take form in shape, not just in ink, but with woodsmoke and...