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…
Tag: Pacifica Graduate Institute
Where I’ve Been, or How~
Hello little love bugs! Great apologies for the long absence! Here is what I have been up to. GRAD SCHOOL Let me just tell you, I was unprepared for the giant clusterflug that this would become. I love Pacifica. I mean that, I love, love, love LOVE Pacifica. Joseph Campbell sat on the board…
Wild Women Wisdom 