Modern Skald and Völva.
What is it about the crossroads of Needs and Desires (the Nauthiz Rune) that is so enticing to explore, so delicious to taste like a slightly over-ripe peach you bite into viciously with its essence streaming down your chin in a Summer Child's delight. I don't
As we saw in Part 1 of this series, incarnation is so much more than what we superficially perceive - let's dive into the cards - the games we play, and how we can win, lose, or draw - but I'd challenge you to think that
What if you knew—really knew—that when you chose to incarnate as a human, you didn’t just sign contracts and inherit ancestral wounds? What if, tucked in with all the karmic fine print—the sacred yearnings, the traumas, the soul missions—there was also a game of chance?
As we've entered Beltane, the fire ceremony honoring Belenus, the sun god of the Celts- a time of purification through fire. Whilst in Belgium in early April, the terrip pictured here bid me honor it with honey and song and thus I did. But not any song, the
During this week, as we slide into Taurus season and prepare for the Taurus new moon, I find myself integrating old layers of grief—especially around rejection, and the quiet devastation that comes with it. This season invites slowness, embodiment, and earthbound reflection. And as I sit with these themes,
I've just returned from Belgium after a week of nonstop sound healing training, soul excavating, and integration - to say tears were shed doesn't begin to cover it - there was so much more - thus the title of this piece - The Crying Game. I&
It's no small thing to love your demons. I see people create memes and snarky posts about such things. I often wonder if they actually know or comprehend what it's like to have soul contracts to do so - and what it all means. Expectation is
As I write this, we're on the precipice of the new moon in Aries, along with a partial solar eclipse, and we just had Spring Equinox - oh, and did I mention Lilith is making an appearance in Scorpio? This entire orchestra is begging us to ask -
I'm still uncertain as to where this piece is taking me, taking us to be honest. The inspiration was simple - a run in Balboa Park, singing along to Portugal the Man's "Feel it Still" then immediately getting buzzed by a red-tailed hawk as
When you're strange, faces come out of the rain.. Jim Morrison sings. After days of rain, and one more yet to come in San Diego, I'm reflecting on that - and strangeness. Being the weirdo kid in class - at home - well, anywhere- that was
As we're moving full steam ahead into the Ides of March, St. Patrick's Day, a full moon in Virgo, along with a Lunar Eclipse - I had a thought about choice - or even more deeply contemplative - the ILLUSION of choice. As if nears the
This is the life of illusion, Wrapped up in trouble, Laced with confusion, What are we doing here? As I went on my run this morning, I had this song, Grease, written by Barry Gibb and recorded by Frankie Valli in 1977/8 playing albeit an EDM version which is