To those I have yet to meet…

Miriam Makeba spent 30 years living in exile. Her daughter Bongi died by Apartheid. Bongi, Miriam, and Miriam’s mother were what was known as songomas — people who communicate messages from their ancestors to their communities, through spirits called amadlozi. This is a skill that has to be used. It…

A journal entry in the wake of one hell of an election Dan Siegel talks very practically about an obvious truth that we don’t have the instrumentation yet to measure everything, to capture every force and energy passing through our world. That seems easy enough to accept. He goes on…

What it would be to be a puddle to be open to the clouds to have the edges of your boarders shift ever so slightly with each new drop to be at the mercy of the world around you, and not to fight it Oh what it would be to…

There is something about being a selkie in the sea that connects you to the waves of time Looking at the stars and understanding that what you’re seeing are the remnants of moments that have long passed Feeling the gentle movements of waves pass around you and push and pull…

The story goes something like this: Plato wrote of a dinner party at which a number of notable men gathered to eat, drink wine and give (rather lusty) speeches in praise of Eros, the god of love and desire. Aristophanes, a comic playwright, gave the third speech of the evening…