Dualistic, or Self Verses Other, Thinking We got here to this beautiful earth handed down human from human, parent to parent, earth to foot to heart to head, and back again. We suffer a single wound through which all else arises and which, for centuries, has been largely misunderstood and thus continually misrepresented. This wound…
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Lunar Samhain.
At this point on the wisdom path, I have no doubts: if I don’t tend the moons, they tend me! This goes for my personal cycle (which we call our moon) as well as on the Earth Path, when the moon is symbol of the cyclical, in and out nature of the psyche. The dark…
Rewilding The Yoga Body
Originally posted on body divine yoga:
Recently a fb image of a young, white, lithe yogini balancing in an extremely deep back bend disturbed me. Not because she was just another example of the yoga Barbie -er yoga body –which saturates my yoga feed, but because she was posing in a sun-dappled forest grove accompanied…
Fall Equinox & New Moon
Tonight at 10:29 on the east coast is the Autumnal Equinox. Light and dark are equivalent. I am here on the East Coast, honoring my bounty with wide open eyes. The wind blows here in Pennsylvania with a giant sweep like the angels have a push-broom going shhooshhh shoooshhhh shooooshhh because…
The things about Waves.
PT. 1 To swim at a spot where there’s a deep divot drop-off and lots of backwash from pounding shore break, this is what you do. Stand at the seem, the furthest place the water flows up on the sand. Get your ankles wet. If you’re not timid go up to your calves. Now…
*Vintage Dada* September. Drug kids in the cool white sand.
*This post originally appeared on September 13, 2009, titled My First Time, on The Impulse Itself (2008-2013) In September the tourists went home, it all sort of started when Felix came in early August which was also the time I kicked Kevin out of the house for the PCP. This left us, Suzette and me or…
Lunar Lammas moon tide prayer, oh Goddesses of bikini poem burrito.
At the peak of the summer it makes sense, I have no underwear and haven’t since I got back from school. Meaning I haven’t gotten to the Laundromat. I give thanks to the goddess of bikinis who oversees summer’s peak. I have so many, the tops and bottoms never match, yesterday at Sleepy’s I scrounged…
Lammas tide in Huntington Beach
When I sleep on the couch at Derynne’s my body refills itself the same way that happens when I am in the back room at Grandma’s. I don’t know how it happens or why it does this. The couch is sort of lumpy and often the cats scrounge around on my chest and make the…
Big ol magic moon: Lunar Beltane in the hills
That big ol silly moon, just a stand out in the sky like someone shot a paint ball up there and smack-landed it on the flat east canvas, a perfect white slab. She was staring at me while the sun was still out. A smile I couldn’t reach or run from, just had to laugh…
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