Lately a quote from childhood has been circling around in my squirrel brain. “Sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will never harm me”. This happened after some conversations that left me fuming and deeply saddened due to miscommunication. If you take this quote in for a moment, do you see the depth of meaning within it? Right now, life seems to be a bunch of butt-hurt people flipping out about shit that shouldn’t matter. The world has weaponized words, twisting and contorting...

On Monday, a friend and I went down to the Pipestone area to commune with a medicine man and walk his property. Oh how I loved this guy. He reminded me of my father-in-law and also of my dad. He was humble and yet he had a funny way of telling jokes. He was a storyteller, and I loved to simply listen. His property was beautiful, sprawling hills as far as the eyes could see. He opened his land over the years for strangers to commune with God/Source Creator. People healed here. Much of his...

Yesterday I had a conversation with a wonderful human. We were observing horses in the rain. They were running and jumping. Kicking and neighing… it reminded me of expressing yourself fully and the sense of freedom that comes from being “wild”. They know how to tend to their own emotional needs. Horses are the epitome of wild expression. It was the gray one who got my attention. She kept coming to the window and looking in and was the loud one of the 2 in that paddock. It made me giggle and...