Category Prose

The Persistent Rose of My Childhood

Stewardship of the earth leads us toward sustainability. Anything less than full commitment to stewardship and an attitude of humble, respectful co-creation in relation to subtle energies leaves us vulnerable. Without this, we will all be homeless. If we can…

Sorcery and Other Karmic Thresholds

Astrophysics, mathematics, poetry, metaphor, myth, music, neurology, climate change, biology, dark matter, gravity, are all thresholds of one kind or another; respect them all and all those who journey toward whatever mysterious coherence calls to them. In my book, Notes…

Learning to Walk Free

Trauma. Tragedy. They come to all of us in life. For me, they came while I was very young. Learning how to walk free of the effects of emotional loss has taken persistent faith in the underlying goodness of the…

Becoming the Invisible Child

When I was young, after my mother died, I chose to make myself invisible. I understand why. As a child who was trapped in my father’s world, I could not make another choice. I accepted the abnormal of his world…