Alchemy of Change

A bedrock of excitement is the very essence of fear.

I was born, then shrunk. We are born free, then bind ourselves in woolen gossamer, tucking our tails, and sighing as others do the same. I used to think I breathed with my lungs. The pump at my center moves me. As a child I covered it in response to what I’d seen. Then love prodded it open again. But ...

My older son just headed back to college after being home for a week for spring break. Arriving home from the airport early this morning, I was struck by a sliver of the same sadness I felt at dropping him off at school in the fall. Sitting there in our living room, pictures of our family vacations cycling through the ...

An arch of light stretched o’er head, Ever growing through pain and ache, Acts of love streak out all sides, Leaving creation in its wake. Nestled deep within, so black, so old, Void rises up through space, As experience reflects upon Her own loving, lovely face. Light sparks to life within us When this marriage we do see, Our very core ...

The impenetrability of the interior dimension, its secrecy, is what makes it so very precious and so very sacred.

A horrifying nightmare leads to a new understanding of the story of Medusa, as metaphor for the evolution of human consciousness.

We make our writing a gift when it comes from the heart rather than from the ego.

As medium has become message, we must learn to see more deeply, beyond our distracted, glassy reflections.

Our Magic, our Beauty, is our Ability to break through the bonds of habitual patterns in our minds and connect with this Greater Source of Creative Inspiration.

I'm now resuscitating Alchemy of Change with a new focus on exploring the Soul.