A Mountain Path: Coming Home

Ascending the trail, the sound of gravelly earth crunching beneath my soles is like the familiar voice of a good friend in my ear. Welcome. Trusted. True. It reminds me, somehow, of my deeper, uncivilized nature when I’ve once again forgotten. Yes, this, THIS is who I am… climbing a dry track along a mountainside, coming…

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A Winter Solstice: Angels Among Us

Late last December, still ensconced in a small 1950’s, down-at-heel rented cottage in Carmel By The Sea, on a bright winter’s day I sat to write what would be the penultimate post of the Soul Artist Journal, the weekly blog I penned for nearly five years. An ongoing mystery, this life, often blurring the threshold…

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Soul Harmonics and Desert Stars

Outside in the darkness, listening to the nearly electric drone of crickets and insects, a hot breeze dances upon my skin like a lover’s breath, warming my soul. At nine-thirty, heat still radiates from the parched land after baking in the unrelenting sun all day—a sort of warmth at night I’ve not felt since living in southern…

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The Healer’s Tale

This is a piece that emerged from a vivid nighttime dream. In a not-so-distant future, I am living in England where, as a healer, I’m telling a group of people (herbalism students, I think) about a time in the past when the pharmaceutical medicines and antibiotics stopped working. Blurring lines of fiction and a shaman’s reality,…

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The Dreamtime of the Plants

In the distance, the grey ocean rumbles with a low voice, a primordial chant that my bones know and always resound with deep longing. The full moon rises to the east, a luminous pearl set upon dark blue velvet, while the shapely, shadowed hands of trees reach up as if to touch it, or perhaps simply offer their wordless song…

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