I’m really old. Timeless almost it feels like. I’ve been a great many things. Creatrix at my roots, but on this physical plane more of a threshold midwife. Birth and death are the same to me. A liminal space of potential. Energy neither created nor destroyed, just transformed. On the outside it might look like …
Through the sound of the wind whispering in the cottonwood leaves I hear semi-automatics in the distance. Today is Memorial Day. I overheard some people this weekend wondering what we were celebrating on Memorial Day. My heart clenched and sank. In the United States, Memorial Day marks the unofficial start of summer and the official …
I like working with soldiers. I haven’t served myself, at least in this life. But I know many who have, and I’ve worked with many more. Sometimes the scars of war are readily visible. Most of the time they are not. I’ve seen all the visible scars. Broken bones, TBI’s, tinnitus, missing limbs, and the …
