Wild Wisdom IS Social Justice

Wild Wisdom is about trusting inner, authentic soul, and instinct. TO GET THERE, one must take on the Real Work of deprogramming our persona wounds. One major form of this are the societal rules and roles to which we unconsciously subscribe. In doing so, our power of choice is limited. When we do our own…

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…

Call for Submissions: Riot Wise

Call for Submissions! Introducing Riot Wise…a Zine-to-be with the kind of gems from riotgrrrl’s all grown up…Who have well-fought Wild (not socially programmed) Wisdom! Riot Wise wants work from Ladies & Gents—I’m looking for YOUR personal stories!!!  of YOU! About the complexities of finding, or honoring your self, taking you seriously, that struggle, confusion, frustration,…

Looks, cast with wary

And here it is, moonlight again; we’ve bathed in the river and are sweet and wholesome once more. We kneel side-by-side in the sand; we worship each other in whispers. But the inner parts remember the fermenting hay, the comfortable odor of dung, the animal incense, and passion, its bloody labor its birth and rebirth…

Today is Appreciation Day

Which is the 15th of every month, and created and celebrated by me as a means of practicing deep, unconditional self-love for 24 hours, no matter what.  It means I have to be really aware of self-talk and behavior.  It means I get to relish in love and good feelings.  It means I get a…

Emotional Embodiment

Here is my latest post on Dandelion Moms, on embodying the feminine in psychotherapy…

Women’s Mysteries: New Moon, before Fall. Roots.

I cried when Jon sang the words to the Traveling Song. Just his voice, the snap-sounds of fire, the circle of ocean below us in a constant shhhhhushhhh.   One of those times noise actually makes you feel quiet.  That’s how big it was, the silence in the night. While you are away    from…

So I drove to San Elijo State Beach

It was grey to the east, and hot, when I got in the car in San Clemente.  Thirty minutes in the used bookstore and I was no closer to settling my discontent then when I had left Laguna.  Plumbing from under my kitchen sink was all over my apartment floor, two workmen in and out…