Activating Your Seventh Sense – A Letter

The day when I was called forth from the sleep of making a living into the wake of making a life worth living, so much light and perception came that I almost lost my balance for the radiance of it. It wasn’t my light – I was just allowed to view it as Mama Mary pulled back the beaded curtain long enough for me to see and realize I had work to do here. I was called, but to what…I didn’t have yet words for the “what”.

Choosing Procession – Not Recession

Today you wanted to talk about “the economy”. How the economy affected my art and work. You told me you felt horrible and scared and mad. My desire to reach out and hug you was all I could think of. I found that optimism felt false, but that doomsday was also untrue I felt a desire to share possibility with you but no words sounded right. I realized I hadn’t found my language yet for what was defined as “a recession”.