The creative principle of the universe is expressed in an infinite number of ways.
It’s a privilege to share a few of the rich experiences of my path to awareness and reconciliation of the limited egoic self with that of the divine. They are expressed in my prose, poetry, and photography.
Enjoy – namaste!
Chapter 1 “My first memory is not my own”
My first memory is one not of my own. Yet, it has stayed with me all of my life and became a little understood, but dominant riddle that has sometimes plagued, sometimes comforted me on my life’s journey.
Chapter 2 “Beginning the ascent”
My first experience with shamanic healing was through my spiritual enabler/therapist, L. A trim, raven-haired, woman with an aquiline nose, she had studied and practiced under the supervision of several founders of the psychedelic-assisted psychotherapy
Chapter 3 “First nation”
There’s an irony in that it took more than fifty years for me to better understand what I had observed in that briefest of visions of what I later knew to be native American life. I grew up with a love of forests
As is the way of all things
Where does a poem come from?
It starts with a thought, perhaps an idea, an observation. Maybe just a question…
Mi corazon
my heart is a desert – dry, brittle, and unforgiving
my heart is an ocean – windblown at the surface, but silent and deep below…