I have been spending a lot of time in conversation about, and reflecting upon, how to walk with someone through a transition, whether a birth or death. In sharing some of my musings, a friend commented on the fact that I kept referring to my grandmother’s “passing.” He said, “I can’t help but notice you keep using a euphemism, ‘passing.’ I prefer to call it what it is—death is death. I can’t philosophize on what happens afterwards. But I know… >> learn more.
Whether you stay up to watch the ball drop, or head to bed early, on January 1st we all wake up and suddenly it’s a new year. Just like that. It’s easy to let life happen to you, to carry over the energy of the previous year into this year. But a new year holds the magical energy of potential and change. So what do we do with that?
Many people try and harness that energy by setting goals or… >> learn more.
Millions of celestial fans from Santorini to Cairo, from Dubai to Harare, in cities across the Eastern Hemisphere are in for an epic treat with the red moon and the red planet lit up against the backdrop of stars next week. On the night of July 27th, into the morning of July 28th, we will experience the longest lunar eclipse of the 21st century, lasting 1 hour and 43 minutes . Although the earth is right between the moon and… >> learn more.
It was 20 A.D., around the time when Jesus walked, and I was a town midwife, attending births and catching babies.
Then, with the snap of her fingers, the scene was gone.
And just like that, it was over—and I was back in my 2015 body, nestled in a cozy chair, in a modern-day room, staring into the eyes of the woman who had guided me through my very first past life regression .
I had come… >> learn more.
In my home, I have a ratty throw pillow that I’ve filled to the brim with old stuffing, pieced together from various things my dogs have destroyed. The pillow isn’t sealed. It’s ornate face looks out into the room, hiding its backside, where stuffing peeps out through a busted zipper. Every evening, when I come home from work, my dogs have removed this pillow from its perch and crafted a new concoction out of the stuffing. Most days I find… >> learn more.
In the past couple of years I’ve abandoned the pursuit of lusting after a normal life and embraced the birthing process of my inner wild woman. I made acquaintance with the woman I want to become, and in a way always was, and delivered her into being. Having served as a labor and delivery doula for many moons, I found myself pondering the essence of doula support and how it applied to my own birth—the birth of myself.
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Do you believe in magic?
I do—perhaps too much. A few days ago in my evening meditation I was actively trying to manifest money for further hypnosis training, and while I was at it, I threw in a special request to Spirit for a little extra grad-school cushioning. The next day when I got home from work I checked the mail—a typically drab daily routine where my anticipation of a letter from literally anyone is met with the… >> learn more.
Here’s a hypothetical a friend posed to me this week: if someone punches you in the face, and you end up needing surgery to fix the nose, but you secretly always harbored dreams of a nose job—that’s the universe working it’s magic, right?
The inspiration for this post came from a Yoganonymous article discussing “spiritual bypass,” a term used by Buddhist teacher and author, John Welwood. He notes, “Spiritual bypassing is a term I coined to describe a process I… >> learn more.
It started with a thought that I needed to take cash out the following morning. I turned over in bed, simultaneously remembering I needed to transfer money from savings to cover rent. Another toss and a pillow adjustment, later: “what about retirement and my lack of savings skills?” Yet another twist, toss, and turn. The night was quickly evolving into what most Americans experience before falling asleep. I found myself stuck in a catastrophic thought hurricane of plotting and… >> learn more.
When I lived in Johannesburg, South Africa, I worked with severely burned children from all over Africa at an organization called Children of Fire. I was a jack of all trades: I worked with children with multiple disabilities and needs aged 3-18 in the school, I did speech therapy, I taught yoga, and I did some emotional processing with some of the older girls. The amount of trauma these young children had experienced was unthinkable, and yet they were resilient fighters. One of… >> learn more.