The blessings blessings bring.

I committed to my own therapist that I’d be writing, I don’t feel like writing in my journal, processing and tracking seem obsolete right now, but this, this sitting quiet, breathing deep in my corner.  Smudging with herbs I grew and blessed and harvested myself.  Candle dance touching that spot in my heart that muscles…

The Women’s Work

Two Thursday’s ago, in the low, monastic candle-lit room here in the hobbit house in the canyon wall, I prepared wordlessly for an important initiation. Not that of an ancient rite or mysterious sect.  To all appearances, in fact, it was little more than a scholastic necessity.  I prepared to drive to Santa Barbara, to…