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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

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On the Path and Off the Trail: Finding Ourselves

Overnight, summer returned to the Monterey Peninsula, meaning that temperatures plummeted and the offshore “marine layer” rolled in, creating a foggy, cool world requiring me to don a jacket to keep warm. In the quiet of the morning, I found myself feeling blue in spirit, partly from the return of grey weather when my chilled

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The Songs In Our Bones

Beyond the front windows of the cottage, the evening sky slowly shifted hues, fading from soft blue to a purple shawl of silk wrapped around the gracefully spiraling arms of the Grandmother Monterey cypress. On the table nearby, a pair of golden beeswax tapers flickered and danced with flame as I sat silently, listening to the music.

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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,

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Threshold Dwellers: Living at the Edge

Sometimes I find it odd that I reside on a foggy coastline, given that in my bones I think of myself as an arid, Mediterranean creature. In my ongoing yearning and search for a place to put down roots, I often find myself musing on the high desert plateau of New Mexico, a sagebrush-strewn mesa where I

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