Tuesday, November 29, 2011


So back when I used to be on a road trip everyday with my best friend we used to go hiking all of the time. We have a book called Animal Speak, and we'd start our hike sometimes by silently asking ourselves what animal there was to learn from that day. Sometimes we'd see grasshoppers, sometimes groundhogs, deer or falcons. When we got back to the car, we'd look up the animal in the book. Without fail: questions were answered and intentions were set.

Lately, I have a magpie on my deck when I leave in the morning or out the window in a tree during my headstand. Sometimes there's even two by my mailbox. According to the book, magpies help us to have faith in our occult knowledge, the portion in the book ends: "Do you have knowledge and are not using it? Are you employing whatever skills you have to get what you most need? (The Magpie) can help you to learn to use occult knowledge in responsible but effective ways." The word occult, for me, can sometimes bring up images of dark magic and scary things, but "occult" is used in the medical field to describe hidden processes. Oh my goodness I have SO much faith in hidden stuff: the images inside of my heart, my breath on a warm day, and OBVS the answers in nature. Good reminder, magpie.

Thursday, November 24, 2011

The Short List

"If the only prayer you ever say in your whole life is "thank you," that would suffice."- Meister Eckhart

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

The Death Card

Gosh I'm such a goth. The whole time my hair was blonde, I didn't feel right unless my fingernails were black: black like my coffee, black like my boots, BLACK LIKE MY SOUL!

Just kidding. Turns out our souls are birds. Any color bird you want.
I spent the last two days at Holy Cross Hospital with my dad who got his appendix taken out. My dad is feeling better today and we're super grateful and no longer worried. Sometimes, however, I do worry about his neighbor, the guy in the bed next door.

Here I go again thinking about death, once a goth always a goth I guess.

In the Tarot Deck, number 13, the Death Card is also known as the Rebirth Card. Yesterday was the last day of Scorpio, the Death Card's sign. One of the symbols of Scorpio is a phoenix who rises to see from a better perspective who we truly are, what really matters. The Death Card in my Tarot deck is a scything skeleton, our bones the perfect symbol to cage our soul:
"The bird within our nature is the spiritual essence that is always free, vital and irrepressible. It is the part of our nature that prompts us to let go so that we can give birth to greater parts of who we are." -Angeles Arrien

Thursday, November 17, 2011


Props to all my homies out there exercising.

"Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances" -Constitution of the United States

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

The Dirt

If you have the willingness to sit in the dirt, sometimes the dirt offers you a chair.

Thursday, November 10, 2011


New York, New Mexico, I have a new friend named Crowfeather. One day we were talking and he asked me how new I was. I was like, "SUPER NEW! I just moved here on Halloween!" He was asking my age. Crowfeather is a Southwest Texas Apache. I like the math he uses to find out someone's age:

How many years ago the person was born + the season they were born in + NEW = their age.

My age in Crowfeather's math:

I was born 30 years ago + in the winter + new = I am 30 winters new.

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Three Signs

Despite being on the fringes of unemployment I decided to take myself out to lunch yesterday. From my experience, it's a practice to keep doing what you really want to do under the circumstances of a budget. Lucky for me, every time I take that leap, I receive wonderful little signs from the world at large that I am supported in my decision. Yesterday, at lunch, I got three.

#1. One of my mom's favorite phrases to say is: "This is so civilized." And, for whatever reason, since the dawn of time, it drives me CRAZY when she says that. So, now, she says it FOR THE PURPOSES of driving me crazy. Then I say, "Stop saying that," and we laugh. Sometimes I abstain from the whole conversation and she goes through the whole thing by herself: "This is so civilized" she says. Then I quaver in disgust. "Stop saying that" she says in a mocking version of my voice. The whole thing is hilarious to us. Yesterday, at a table nearby, a mom and daughter sat. The mom was much older and the daughter spoke loudly throughout their lunch in order for her mom to hear. During their grand finale of coffee and dessert, the daughter said to the mom, loud as all get out, "Mom, I'm sorry but I have to say this: 'this is so civilized.'" The mom shook her head, "Ahhhhh, I can't stand that phrase of yours." They laughed and the daughter defended the phrase and then said it again one more time to their mutual amusement.

#2. I read in my book: "In my experience, the universe falls in with worthy plans, and most especially with festive and expansive ones."- Julia Cameron, The Artist's Way. At first I read EXPENSIVE ones. Expansive can be expensive and its also SO MUCH MORE.

#3. The sign to end all signs I found on the back of the restaurant's bathroom door. The restaurant I went to is called Dragonfly. Believe it or not they had won THE COVETED "Best Cafe in Taos Named After an Insect" back in 2000. Now do I know how to pick 'em or do I know how to pick 'em?

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Day of the Dead

Yesterday I was so busy I almost forgot to celebrate Day of the Dead. I had some friends over and after dinner we were sitting around singing with Paul Simon and taking pictures. I showed my friend a picture I had taken of him and he said nonchalantly, "Oh look, there's someone else's aura in it, must be a ghost." WHHHHHHHATTTTT??? A ghost in my new apartment? Oh my goodness!!! He might be right!!! The heater does make an awful lot of noises.

I woke up at 3 o'clock in the morning and started listening to the sounds my place was making: the heater again and the whir of the fridge. "Do I have a ghost?" I thought. As you can imagine, I stayed up a while longer, thinking about it. Yes maybe I do. Because these various indications of having a ghost are so far pretty minor, I think, its up to me to decide.

And if you believe it, it is so. I believe, maybe, I do, and if I do, she's really nice and we're going to be friends.

I also believe that there's nothing wrong with SMUDGING a person/place/thing any old time you're not sure of the energy in it or around it.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Smoke 'Em

They say that hindsight is 20/20, particularly with Halloween costumes. So for next year a little unsolicited advice: whatever you're doing that day, USE IT!!!

I celebrated my favorite holiday by moving into my new apartment in Taos with 2 dear helpers and my dad. My brilliant friend Danielle suggested we be Movers for Halloween, and naturally when there's Movers there's bound to be Shakers.

Smoke 'em if you got 'em. And then ask them, kindly, to walk like an Egyptian.