m u l t i m e d i a
v i d e o s
the course
L E G E N D - the journey
T R U S T - a spoken word poem
poetry in motion - you matter
the river beneath the river
the wild woman archetype
who am i?
piano composition
the course
A collaboration between woman who are show up for the work of honoring the sacred. Choosing to fetch the water and be a course for it to reach the dry and fiery places.L E G E N D - the journey
A video documenting my experience with the Legend : Oracle and Ally Painting class taught by Shiloh Sophia and the Cosmic Cowgirls of MUSEA : Intentional Creativity. A life-changing experience.Music: Show Yourself by Ayla Nereo - Creative Commons LisenceT R U S T - a spoken word poem
poetry in motion - you matter
a walking, visual poemthe river beneath the river
tuning into the field...the river beneath the riverthe wild woman archetype
A reading from Women Who Run With the Wolves by Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estes with an improvised dance and art performance.who am i?
nature, art, movement and inquiry.piano composition
A work in progress composition titled 'Grief like water, Grief like stone'
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listen to the bones
For, do you not know, that the dead keep their teeth and will chew all the wires in the engine...
ancestors speak
feeling the old old song, coming on the wind of the ancestors.
om gam ganapataye namaha
I've been trying too hard. Getting in my own way. It's time to move into the light."
Wood Carver's Lament
The voice of the Earth, asking "When did you stop loving me?"
Slow Down Fast
A song about slowly allowing yourself to shift and change and do what is needed to outgrow your history.
Temporary Shelters:
There are times in our search for connection that we settle for temporary shelter. Those who will only hold us for a while...to a certain extent...a dream that comes and goes fleetingly. This song is inspired by a story a friend told me about a homeless man drawing pictures of houses and selling them to passersby. They were his temporary shelters...the shelters that existed only in his mind as fleeting dreams and longings. Somehow, I related.
Thousand Layers
We live a complex universe full of mystery. At times the only thing I can make sense of is love - the force of it, the power of it, and the way it moves everywhere and across every distance, through a thousand layers of chaos.
Winter Strong
Spring lives in the soul. And through dark winters, we can depend on it reviving within us. We can hold out for it. In the winter of 2011, I thought that I would fade away completely...that I wouldn't survive my life. I watched the birds outside my window singing in the deepest cold, I felt comforted by them - that they were there with me and were were in it together. They showed me how to be winter strong.
