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    Women with Wings

    Birds in migration, a nation of women with wings! These are the words to a wonderful Goddess chant. I am one of those women with wings!  And I’m not the only one! In 1997 I made one of those “treasure map” collages.  The idea is to tear or cut from magazines anything that calls to your spirit.  When I was done and everything was glued to the poster board, I was surprised to notice I had three images of redwoods in my collage.  (One was a seedling.)  Seven years later, without ever once having had this as a conscious goal, I moved across the country from my lifelong home in…

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    Clearing Ourselves when the Skies become too Cloudy

    Are you sensitive? Does the state of this world weigh you down sometimes? Are there days when you just can’t shake the sadness and despair? That happened to me this morning. I was worried about a dog I know who was not living in a good situation. This big beautiful sweet German shepherd each night was being forced to sleep in a cage that was too small. My thoughts then, of course, flew to all the children and teenagers and others who are also being forced to live in cages where they don’t have enough room to lie down. In addition, these refugees don’t have mattresses or blankets or sufficient…

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    Surviving in an Ever-changing World

    Have you ever wondered… if civilization collapsed, if there were no more electricity or oil, would you be able to survive? If there were no more refrigerators, stoves, faucets with fresh water, or flush toilets, would you be able to cook? Bathe? Could you find potable water? Could you forage for food? Do you have the seeds and the know-how to grow your own food? If your car could no longer function (without gas or oil available), could you survive on your little plot of land? Could you get to somewhere with greater natural resources? Without electricity, the banking industry would collapse. Could you get by without money? Do you…

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    Breaking Open

    Yesterday I woke up in a funk. This is not my normal state of being. In fact, it happens very seldom. But yesterday I woke up cranky and I continued to be in this uncomfortable place of “not right,” not happy. Although I was into my third week of recovering from a seriously broken ankle, and although I hadn’t slept very well, and although I had a few money worries, none of these situations seemed to be the actual triggers for my unpleasant state of mind. After over an hour of being in this discombobulated state, I finally said to myself, ‘Cindy, you need to get outside. Do some singing…