Truth
spiders + san pedro
Almost all of the San Pedro cactuses in my backyard are covered with spider webs. Upon inspection, I can almost always find at least one spider on any given length of cactus. Their webs stretch between the cacti, wrap around them, and catch all kinds of insects, leaves, and whatever the wind blows their way.…
Read MoreListening to the Medicine: When Peyote Says “This Is Not for You”
Listening for Truth Who am I? I am a powerful woman. I am unique. I have a quiet, spidery way. I seek and speak the truth. I am an agent of huachuma, of San Pedro medicine. Why I Am Here I’m here to listen — to plants, to trees, to water, to people, to my…
Read Moretie fifty reds
Tonight, driving home, I saw two young coyotes running alongside the road. I love when they appear near my house at night. I’m always a little sad when I don’t see at least one—like something’s missing. Their presence comforts me: out and about, making their rounds, living in the mystery. An orange moon hung low…
Read Morenot doing it alone
I spent the morning wrapped in a comforter, nestled into a window seat in Fort Bragg, looking out at a garden that felt more like a prayer than a landscape. Mist in the air, birds dipping into the stone bath, moss filtering the light, trees bowing gently in the breeze—it all felt so alive. So…
Read Morespace between silence + sharing
I want to write everything. But there’s so much we don’t talk about. Where do I start? I’ve always thought that if we could somehow understand what’s it’s like to be in another person’s being – to have lived every second of their life until now in their skin – that the world would be…
Read Morelove
Someone spelled LOVE on the sidewalk. I almost accidentally stepped on it, but didn’t. I stopped in my tracks and tears came to my eyes. I breathed in deeply and walked on feeling the ache in my heart. My restorative yoga teacher read a quote in class last night, “If you want to let go.…
Read Morecheryl strayed
I spent the last three days on a writing retreat in the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina with Cheryl Strayed, 300 women writers & about 6 men. I thought I would be cool, but I was overcome and a bit giddy with how warm, real, generous, funny and witty Cheryl is. Her writing has…
Read Moredelicate
The sweet, earthy smell of the controlled burns today fills the evening air Then the scent of fresh cut grass overpowers it Still later the indescribably natural smell rising up from the damp, earth erupting in wildflowers and a million kinds of green life takes over A cool breeze comes in with the tide, The…
Read Morewhat really matters
There’s an explosion of new green everywhere, I saw the first poppies on the hillside today. Light pink blossom petals are silently fluttering to the ground with the slightest breeze. I’ve been easing my way back into my yoga practice after a 2-month break. I’ve found some energy and inspiration to cook a few meals…
Read Moredenver airport
This is part 2 of my travel adventures from a few days ago as I was heading home. Airports are full to the brim with people behaving amazingly well given the circumstances. It’s amazing that so many people got here on time and will get to their destination on time with all their luggage on…
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