Teachings
Let Go. Dive In.
Cold dark water takes my breath away. I’m clutching the deck of a boat, grasping on, afraid to push off and let go. What lurks in the water? I don’t know and my mind can certainly invent some sea monsters. I scrunch my eyes closed and push off, feeling my breath...
I’m Onto You
“Mimi, I’m going to make you annoyed.” Shaman Boy looks up at me expectantly, with those gorgeous blue eyes of his. He’s happily playing underneath the kitchen table with his trucks and he does NOT want to stop what he is doing to go to school. As my eyes...
Love When The Kids Are Fighting
Tidbit.... How's this for a new perspective? Love every moment, every stage, every phase of life - even, for example, when the kids are fighting. (I know, all YOUR children practice loving kindness in every moment.) Huh? How? Why? Well, when the kids are fighting and...
The Angel of Death
The Angel of Death has been hovering near today - near my dear friend and student Martita Vindiola. What a gift it has been to feel Marta so strongly, so close by when for the past few years we have only been in touch sporadically. Today, I received a call saying that...
Cheerleading Camp
Once a month I open the doors of our home to my Shaman Girl friends who are healers and teachers. In streams a few yoga teachers, a handful massage therapists, various life coaches, artists, some authors, and a shaman or two. Some of us can articulate what we offer...
Whew
In the blender. Roto-tilled. In a freefall. That’s how I’ve been feeling the past few weeks, Shaman Girls. Deep stirring. Lots of questions about who I am, what I want to do, and how I relate to my loved ones. Which means there has been self-doubt, anger, tears, and...
The Wounded Truth
Embrace the truth of who you are. You are love and light. Endless possibilities abound. Shine! For years, I’ve heard – and spouted off – these truths. Lately? I just ain’t feeling them, Shaman Girls. Right now they sound like Charlie Brown’s teacher saying...
If Shaman Rose Can Cook
I firmly believe that if you can read, you can cook. Shaman Rose tried desperately to prove me wrong. She insisted that she could NOT cook. I refused to believe her. There was a lot tied up in her “I don’t cook” statement, none of which was true. Then she almost burnt...
What No One Talks About
There is a war going on inside of my head and heart. F bombs are being dropped, blame hurled, subversive guilt employed, smoke screens of confusion thrown in, and one very achy heart sorting through it all. The war that’s going on is over being a woman – or rather...
Shoes Don’t Matter
Shaman Boy doesn’t care much for getting shoes on or clearing his plate. Or being ready to walk out the door. Or taking care of any one of the multiple, daily little jobs that being human requires. He’d much rather hop around like a bunny or ask 2 million questions....
