Taking Stock

A little over a year ago, May 2021, I started NOOM as a method of losing weight. I did very well with it, until my husband got sick in February of this year, 2022, and life as it were went to hell in a hand basket. With everything I had to process, taking over the finances, managing our home by myself, making sure that his care needs were met – well, let’s just say my capacity to maintain those practices that kept the weight off were much less easy to honor. I feel beautiful when I’m less heavy, and I want to return also to feeling healthier. So as a consequence

Earthing Grief

Today I remembered a teaching from Medicine Chief Frank White Eagle. “Go barefoot on the Earth.” I had caught myself in one of those sudden choking moments of grief that wants to arise and erupt in tears, but I did not want to luxuriate in the processing of too much emotion. So I did what my body instinctively wanted to do. I inhaled sharply through my nose, and exhaled explosively through my mouth. I could feel the energy move out of my Core and outward and down through my feet and hands, but the energy got stuck in my feet because I had my shoes on. So I kicked off my shoes, pulled off my socks, and went outside with a prayer, “Verdant Mother, please accept this energy of grief for your own food. I have too much of it, and I cannot bear more of it just now.”

Frau Wode

I am always considering ways to deepen relationship to Deity. Ever since the Norns took me up in a tutelary way in 2013, I have opened my worldview toward polytheism and away from the monotheism inherent in the Christianity of my youth. I am content with this, it has deepened my relationship with my Creator.Continue reading “Frau Wode”


It’s been a while since I’ve sat down to write a blog, but honestly, I have not been procrastinating. More of my time is tied up now visiting my husband in the nursing home, tackling the learning curve of becoming financially creative as meeting life expenses is now solely up to me, and giving aContinue reading “Procrastination?”

Changing Thoughts

I visited my husband yesterday at the nursing facility. It is too easy to get caught up in the flow of negative imagination: “Oh, what if he had stopped smoking years earlier?”; “What if I had been more attentive to him before this happened?”; “What if? What if? What if?” I have to stop myself. These trains of thought do no one any good, and I know Alan would never have stopped smoking if the doctors had said he shouldn’t smoke at least until he healed up from his pneumonia, and if I had decided to stop enabling him by bringing him cigarettes. He’s clean two months now, and maybe his dementia helps the situation, because he does not always remember to ask me for them, but he also forgets that I have told him I am not enabling that old habit any more.