As I sit here, on Samhain or Halloween, recovering from a wisdom tooth extraction 3 hours ago, it seems fitting to consider the thinning...

Here at the end of Summer, as we move into Fall, we often see images of an overflowing cornucopia or harvest baskets brimming with the...

Priestess of Bacchus, John Collier My summer has not gone as planned. None of my plans have come to fruition. Sigh . . . It reinforces...

2022 is well on its way. How are you doing? I'm about to cross the final threshold of an empty nest and want to share some of my...

WARNING: If you never experience stress during the holiday season, never feel stretched to your limit by the end of December; if you sail...

I just spent three out of the last five weekends helping my daughter move back to Sacramento. Let me just say I'm exhausted. She lived on...

In the film The Wizard of Oz, the good witch Glinda tells Dorothy that she had the power to go home all along. It was within her all the...

We are in a powerful sacred space this week. Last Saturday was the beginning of Passover, Sunday was Palm Sunday and Lailat al Bara'ah,...

Happy International Women's Day! This year's theme is Challenging Inequity. Well, that is a timely topic considering the Pandemic has...

It’s been nearly a year since we here in CA went into our first Covid-19 lockdown. Wow, what a year. I'm not going to recap all the...

Through myth, for thousands of years, women's lives have been represented in three life stages, Maiden, Mother, and Crone. These three...

How are you sleeping? My sleep this week has been memorable. Overflowing with dreams of fantastic creatures, impossible places, and deep...

When my brothers and I were young, our Mom would make us Christmas Candles. It was a white taper that she marked with 24 horizontal...

In a year like 2020, the holiday season could be one of a few things, a terrific distraction, a welcome refuge, a massive disappointment,...

I was taken aback by the strength of the patterning that had led me to drive to the wrong house. The wrong house, where my dad . . .

While I was on hold for over three hours exasperated with the company that hosts my website, I glanced at my whiteboard and all I had...