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Blood Blossom September 5, 2015

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The blossom opens, yellow petals unfurling to reveal a deep blood-red center filled with tiny seed-like pods. I see this and yet, as I watch, one of the pods opens and out I step, smiling, whole, adult, mature, but tiny. A bee lands on the flower and “tiny me” climbs onto her back, laughing as if at a private joke only the two of them understand, taking two big fistfuls of the bee’s striped fur in her tiny me hands. The bee then rises into the air with a steady hum and flies away with tiny me so fast I cannot follow its path.

I stand at the edge of the garden, bereft at the loss of this happy little self, this little me that had just burst forth with such joy. The flower from which I emerged is closing up now and I reach for it, angrily plucking it from its earthy perch and holding it out as if to implore the bees to come to me, so that I might capture one and force it to tell me where I (tiny me) have been taken.

I jump when I think I have been stung, but realize it is the flower that has pricked me with a sharp thorn I hadn’t noticed, and I watch as scarlet red blood drops from my finger, and with an audible plop lands on the ground at my feet. Hurt, I immediately drop the flower, which grows new roots as I watch and feeds itself on the bloody earth of my own making.


∞ Chrysalis July 1, 2015

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Link to the video: ∞ Chrysalis


I sleep and dream the passing of time,

stars and worlds arising in an unremarkable march of eons,

destiny’s static hum.

And then . . . and then . . .

The awakening,

and consciousness is punctuated at last

by one thought like no other,

moving slowly along the continuum of infinity,

its seeds carried on celestial winds

to the cataclysm where chaos reigns.


Life paints with a palette of impossibility

and emerges from the imaginal soup

into the garden of the Universe,

the still-point of passion.

The container, fashioned from the contained,

spins back on itself in fertile mutation.

Caught in a star shower,

it regenerates in the empty center,

filling it with before and after:

the solidity of form.


I am both the watcher and the watched,

caught in the watching

as the march of eons converges with the dream

and I dissolve once again into the still-point,

the cycles of eternity.

MoonRise Oracle: Shadow of the Long Night November 20, 2014

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LogoMoonRise Oracle: Shadow of the Long Night

Intuitive Collage Workshop for Women Saturday, December 6, 2014

As the full moon rose, she stood in her winter garden, barren now, though she could feel life sleeping in the earth beneath her feet. She envisioned the seeds she had planted with so much care taking in the nourishment of the restful dark, gaining strength for germination, rooting, and breaking through, eventually, to drink in the light of the sun. Now, though, all was silent under the watchful moon as the shadow of this long night wrapped itself about her shoulders, a heavy cloak of patience, wisdom, and courage that inspired her to feel into the darkness and follow her dreams . . .

Come join us as we use the intuitive collage process to wrap ourselves in the nourishing shadow of the long winter night, trusting that the seeds of our dreams, which may seem dormant, are germinating in the dark, finding what they need to take root, and grow strong.

Open Pricing *   Please pay generously according to your means.

Advance registration is required. Let me know if you can join us!

Date/Time:  Saturday, December 6, from 2:00-4:30PM

Location: Rosemary Court Yoga Studio, 810 Central Avenue, Sarasota

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