I survived the first two nights of cleaning out my closet spurred on by Marie Kondo of “The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up.” As I held up each item, I asked “Am I ever going to wear this?” Then I admitted that the question is supposed to be “Does this spark joy?” Well, that is… Read more »
Everyone seems to be talking about the book “The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up, the Japanese Art of Decluttering and Organizing” by Marie Kondo. Her premise is that we all have too much stuff that weighs us down, diminishes the flow of love from our hearts to our surroundings, and makes it impossible to locate… Read more »
I had a consult with an Ayurveda specialist. That’s a method of healthy eating and lifestyle based on three body types developed in ancient India. One of the things that she told me was that I had to bring more joy into eating. Making healthy food is not enough if it is presented in a… Read more »
It was two and a half years ago that I received my Cherokee name in a dream. I had been working on my breathing…releasing shallow breathing and trusting in a universe that allowed me to breathe deeply. Since we release 70 percent of toxins through the breath, that is a really good thing. In the… Read more »
Last night I saw Michael Franti at a lawn concert in Santa Fe. I knew a little about his music but was more interested in him and his message of oneness, positivity and inclusion. What a powerhouse! I was bobbing in a sea of people swaying and jumping up and down. After two hours of… Read more »
Today was feast day at Santo Domingo Pueblo (Native American Reservation). My friend and I went to see hundreds of Native Americans from toddlers to elders perform sacred corn dances in the dusty town square to rhythmic chants, rattles and drumbeats. With painted bodies and colorful headdresses, bells and fur dangling from their belts, they… Read more »
Tomorrow marks the one-year anniversary of my move to Santa Fe. That’s right, I moved here exactly one year ago with one plastic fork, a paper plate, some granola bars, an inflatable mattress, and an unquestioning faith. In this past year, I have developed a profound appreciation for mountains and sunsets, southwest culture and new… Read more »
How do you look at the world? Is it through love or fear? If you see the world through a fear-based lens, it is like a huge pie. When someone else gets a slice then yours is smaller. It is finite, scarce and threatening. If your glasses are tinted with love, then someone else’s success… Read more »
Oooops!!! I almost forgot to mention that the Woochibies have two cousins, “Pikkels” and “Pikkelson, the Second Generation”. In case you haven’t guessed, Pikkelson is the son of Pikkels. They live far away in another forest, so when they come for a visit it is a BIG TO DO! There are preparations for food and… Read more »
I’ve asked myself that question many times. Who is Barkabus? His true nature at times eludes me. Maybe my not being able to pinpoint his fundamental character is part of his mystique. Created from a slab of clay that I pressed into a tree trunk for the texture and impression, his body is truly of… Read more »