The Soul’s Journey: A Path with Heart

My face pressed against the small oval window beside my airplane seat, gazing down at a retreating landscape of juniper trees and snow-capped volcanic peaks while the jet climbed higher, a familiar pang of sadness echoed in my heart. For a moment, the melancholy blue notes took me by surprise, like an old friend not…

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Ayahuasca, the Vine of Souls: Part 2

The second post in a two-part installment on my initial encounters with the visionary plant medicine of ayahuasca. ~ LRH ❧ ❧ ❧ Three months have passed since my initial ceremony with ayahuasca, the entheogenic medicine from the Amazon; an initiatory experience wherein I was ritually dismembered by the plant’s spirit embodied as a powerful black jaguar, and…

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A Mountain Path: Coming Home

Ascending the trail, the sound of gravelly earth crunching beneath my soles is like the familiar voice of a good friend in my ear. Welcome. Trusted. True. It reminds me, somehow, of my deeper, uncivilized nature when I’ve once again forgotten. Yes, this, THIS is who I am… climbing a dry track along a mountainside, coming…

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A Winter Solstice: Angels Among Us

Late last December, still ensconced in a small 1950’s, down-at-heel rented cottage in Carmel By The Sea, on a bright winter’s day I sat to write what would be the penultimate post of the Soul Artist Journal, the weekly blog I penned for nearly five years. An ongoing mystery, this life, often blurring the threshold…

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Soul Harmonics and Desert Stars

Outside in the darkness, listening to the nearly electric drone of crickets and insects, a hot breeze dances upon my skin like a lover’s breath, warming my soul. At nine-thirty, heat still radiates from the parched land after baking in the unrelenting sun all day—a sort of warmth at night I’ve not felt since living in southern…

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The Healer’s Tale

This is a piece that emerged from a vivid nighttime dream. In a not-so-distant future, I am living in England where, as a healer, I’m telling a group of people (herbalism students, I think) about a time in the past when the pharmaceutical medicines and antibiotics stopped working. Blurring lines of fiction and a shaman’s reality,…

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