“We were made for these times” is a powerful statement and essay by writer/poet, Clarissa Pinkola Estes. For many of us hyper-sensitive observers of the universe who have felt alien in human culture are now being called forth, knowing we are here for these times. I feel that my soul purpose this time around is to witness, if not help birth an evolutionary leap in consciousness now being accelerated by a global pandemic. I am reminded to not lose heart during these most uncertain and tumultuous times being driven by a fear of sickness and death. It is an age-old fear, or perhaps a cellular memory, of a potential large human die-off. This new plague, Covid-19, that I prefer to call the “luminous light raven” virus (for corona and corvid), is essentially shutting down the world! And maybe what humanity needs right now is a harrowing wake-up call to curtail […]

We’re still here en otro lado—on the fun side of the wall—skipping the light fandango as we begin our fifth month in our adopted country. I hit a wall literally and figuratively on 8/18 (nice bump on mi cabeza!) and, as if knocking some sense into me, finally felt that I could make Mexico my home. We’re learning that “homecoming” takes a while to fully adapt to a new culture, language, monetary system, terrain, climate and cerebral rewiring, but we feel that we’re here for the duration. There is so much heart, life and color here on Lake Chapala! Here’s a pithy FB posting that speaks to making a new life: We began the process of disengaging from our old life after the 2016 election where we felt that the U.S. was no longer a compatible or affordable place for us to thrive. And here we are at last recreating […]

Home is said to be where the heart is and, for some, wherever you hang your hat. For me, who doesn’t like to wear hats, home is a place and state of being in which I find sanctuary. Home for me is where I can truly be myself, where it all comes off—jewelry, face, and any restrictive clothing that are called for when taking my persona out into the world. As an introvert, I am sensitive to environmental factors and too much stimulation. I seek a bright, open house connected to a serene and spacious external terrain. Maybe that comes from a lifetime or two having been incarcerated in a dark, dank dungeon! My Spirit, and no doubt my brain chemistry—that vast network of neurotransmitters and synapses—comes to life when exposed to beauty and sunlight. For both my husband, Alex, and me—two curious Scorpios—home is our place of refuge to […]