sweet butterfly

photo by John McCormick I had my kids for the last week and had so many things planned, so much I thought we would do and had visioned all kinds of things that would happen. Snuggles by the fire, holiday gatherings, gingerbread-house making, etc. I imagined holiday cheer just oozing out of our experience. Then…

the wind is howling the sickness has taken hold my foolish hearts aches

Goddess-in-training, Gigi, weilding her feminine power. The concept of “feminine” is an interesting one to me. What we perceive as feminine, especially in American culture, is often some kind of boxed-in, pale, sliver of femininity. Pink or feminine somehow denotes weak and helpless to some. It’s like when men insult other men by calling them…

Doing a gig at a house concert in a couple of weeks. I am going to sing “Ice Cream Man” by Van Halen, among other songs. I can’t wait. I’m SO stoked.

I will speak my truth no matter the consequence. All those little lies I’ve told myself and others– all those strategies and coping mechanisms the little dances I’ve done –each one a little death killing a part of my spirit. For the sake of what? Safety? Ha! Security? Ha! Being liked or approved of? Ha!…