Artemisia

About the dual unmasking of the underlying temerity of women and the underlying timorousness of men.

I have made a “big medicine,” sixty years in the making. Reflections on Guided Meditations or Bobcat Logic for Meditation Hesitancy (3)

Paying my respects to the grandmother of my first-born son. Chun Ying, you were sweet as a chicory flower and as strong as the roots.

Wedding rings, dreams, kokopillau, lightning trees, wanderers and a cotton thread running from ancient Egypt to Early Texas.

An egregious look at ayahuasca, modern life and ego death.

Looking back through a voyage of thirty-nine years. The journey hasn’t changed me much and now I have a ship’s cat.

My Texas Cherokee grandma and I have one last "Big Time" and she gets a job offer from blues legend, Gatemouth Brown.

One morning, as the sun rose, I walked around the big scar made by the machines and put an offering of tobacco inside a large coyote track.

Hold, fold, walk or run. We cannot escape dealing with borders both spiritual and temporal.

A horseback ride along the Möbius strip of human history, pondering the Relativity of Wisdom, from before never to after forever.

How I came to learn my Cherokee clan membership, Aniwaya.

Welfare Wednesdays on a 1980s Vancouver East Side postal route.

A talk about soul miners, darkitects, healchemists and the Cherokee concept of "ugliness."

A patch-work quilt stitched from dreams.

Changing spiritual pathways in the 21st Century.

Texas Cherokee medicine in the 21st Century. Dignifying childhood's early quenching. Letter to my sisters by Michael Hawes.

One thing I know is that everything alive will strive to heal. The physical body as well as the mercurial mind and the ethereal spirit.

Pondering Restorative Justice.