The Shaman of Stars

I wake in the night to a pale glow of moonlight illuminating the thick linen draperies, as if they were somehow spun of the luminous pearl outside in the heavens. Freshly emerged from the cocoon of the Dreamtime, still wrapped in silken images and the warm breath of feelings, I drink in the quietude of my bedroom


A Return to Center: Welcoming the Healer

Nestled among the magical redwoods, in the hushed stillness of a Mendocino farmhouse, serenaded by a chorus of frogs in the green pond which my room overlooked, I slept and dreamed. A deep, healing sleep it was, not waking once for eleven hours, cocooned in a sense of being stitched back together at a cellular level,