Of CNN’s list of the 27 Deadliest Mass Shooters, 26 of Them Had One Thing in Common: Only one was raised by his biological father since childhood. The other 26 were all fatherless. :-( In the article I read Susanne Venker of Fox News goes on to explain that “Indeed, there is a direct correlation between boys who grow up with absent fathers and boys who drop out of school, who drink, who do drugs, who become delinquent and who...
‘What is the Sacred Masculine?’ She asked. ‘Well,’ he replied: ‘He is the phoenix risen from the flames, there may be ash on his beard and the smell of smoke in his hair And He will feel like the sunrise in a peachy, orange sky after the long dark night. He is the one that was wounded to the core and now stands straight and strong again. He is the one that was broken and has dressed his own wounds from the battles...
Just about every woman that I have known has issues with her body image. 'My hips are rather boyish, my breasts are too large or too small or too saggy, my hair is the wrong colour, too thin or too curly, my belly or my bum is too big...' and the list goes on. Body dysmorphia. So many girls and women (and boys and men) are suffering with mental health issues and eating disorders etc because of how they believe that...
Yesterday I was making my daily pilgrimage with my Hills when I came upon two sisters praying in one of my favourite spots. They prayed out loud and were quite animated at times, waving their arms and I heard the words God and Jehovah. I assume that they were of a christian denomination of some kind. I stood behind at a distance and smiled at the sacredness of the moment as the three of us were some how connected in deep...
Let me make it clear that I share what I share because I believe and know of the power in vulnerability. I am well, I am strong, I am blessed, I am exactly where I need to be, experiencing exactly what is needed in service of my own transformation and that of the collective. I do not need or seek sympathy. I share because I feel it is important to share the whole of me, the whole of the...
Last night four friends gathered, as they do four times a year, and made their way through the woods as the last of the daylight faded. They arrived at the round, natural hollow in the earth amongst half a dozen yew trees and prepared their fire. The sacred space was honoured and the fire was lit. They sat in silence for a while, alone and together with their thoughts and feelings while the darkness wrapped itself around their backs.After a short while...
