[Originally published on HeartDrivenLife.com] I’m feeling a bit intimidated by the blank page in the last few weeks so I’m going to be gentle and forgiving with myself as I write this post. …

[Originally published on HeartDrivenLife.com] Shh, if you listen, there’s a quiet lurking in the hush whisper of the dry grasses breezing across the meadow The chill in the air creaks around the corner to cradle your cracking bones as you sit on the body of the earth The sky’s silent grey clouds cloak the treeline. The energy has pulled…

[Originally published on HeartDrivenLife.com] …I don’t know exactly what a prayer is. I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass, how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields, which is what I have…

[Originally published on HeartDrivenLife.com] I’m having a really hard time putting into words any of my internal musings of these last weeks. And it’s not for lack of musings. I’ve been stewing in a strong brew of self-healing since returning from my southwest road trip for my one-year shamanic studies…

[Originally published in HeartDrivenLife.com] Last October I packed up my two-bedroom apartment and moved from north Dallas to Forney, Texas to live with six of my family members. I contemplated this move for months. Was it the right thing to do? There were multiple factors involved but, most importantly, I…

[Originally published in HeartDrivenLife.com] Three days a week I drive forty minutes from my home to work. When I walk out of my house at 5:40 a.m. I hear the crickets and see the starlight. I smell the sheep and the grass blowing in the field. The houses on our…

[Originally published on HeartDrivenLife.com] It catches me in my chest. My hand reaches for my lungs as though I’m short of breath. I pause. Air pulls deep into my belly through my nose and releases with a great sigh. My attention draws to the density surrounding my heart. …

[Originally published on HeartDrivenLife.com] The overhead exam light pierced into every corner of the room. The patient in his yellow gown sat at the edge of the bed. A tall, slender family member stood at the couch. When we entered the room he came directly at me with violence in…

[Originally published on HeartDrivenLife.com] There it was. Right beneath the towering pine. Plenty of room for my tent, my chair, my person, my soul. I kicked the pine cones away, one by one at first, but that took longer than expected. So I decided to gather three, four, or more…