My dog Jethro and buddies Charlie and Snoopy girl

My dog Jethro with buddies Charlie (center) and Snoopy girl (left) Photo Credit Don Myer

Dogs are not a usual topic on my blog but my proud mama heart inspires me to write. I am simply in awe of the young woman my daughter is becoming as I witness her ever deepening compassion for animals.

New Mexico is perhaps the dog friendliest state in the country. People bring their dogs everywhere here, even restaurants. Santa Fe dedicated 135 acres in the wild foothills so dogs could have a park. That kind of real estate in New York is worth millions.

Not all dogs here lead a care free life though. Many dogs spend their days tied to three-foot chains or locked in crates. I pass them as I enter the homes of the patients I see in rural Northern New Mexico. They are usually pit bulls or shepherds with sharp teeth and menacing growls. If they were to break free from their tortured captivity their unleashed rage would rip me apart. Who can blame them?

Whenever I see a dog in chains I am terrified and heart broken and helpless. All at the same time.

I am not here to pass judgment on the ones who own these animals. They are lovely people and I know there is no intentional harm in the way they treat their dogs. It is just a different mind-set.

As I entered one home recently the dog was chained so close to the house that his lunge stopped right at the front door. I walked in sideways to avoid his contact. Noticing my trepidation his owner told me, “You don’t need to worry about him. He’s too friendly” he lamented.

“My last dog would have bit you” he said proudly.

“How come you want a dog that bites someone?”

“So I don’t have to lock my doors. Keeps people from breaking in,” he said as if the answer was obvious.

I understand the need for protection. Crime is a part of the landscape. Resources for fancy alarm systems are in short supply.

Dogs can provide that role as protector.

Without chains.

My daughter shared her news with me that she and her boyfriend had applied to the New York Bully Crew to foster pit bulls. At twenty-one her compassionate action touches me deeply. If she could, I know she would rescue every animal in the world.

I was sharing my experiences with the dogs I see here and it didn’t make sense to her. If someone broke into your house how is your dog going to help you if he is chained up outside?

Dogs can alert us to intruders and offer more help if they are in the house should someone break in.

Many who have their dogs in chains don’t see this logic. How can we change what we cannot see?

I cannot break every chain but if one person sees something different, if one dog is unleashed, a prayer is answered.

May all beings be happy.

May all beings be safe.

May all beings,


be free.

My blog has been quiet a long time. Grief stripped my heart of anything to share. Death took things I thought would never return. Gone was my desire to be a part of this world.

I will write on grief at another time. For now I offer how seemingly incongruous events paved the way back to my first despacho in a long, long time.

For weeks I was finding the wings of moths on my back porch. Their beauty and sheer abundance seemed like a gift from Spirit. I began to collect them on my altar as harbingers of light.

Each year the Sun returns to the exact point that it occupied at the time of our birth. Mine was last Monday, August 10th. According to those who follow these sorts of things, our solar return is a powerful time to bring our inner light into alignment with the Cosmic Light.

Since it was Monday and since it was my birthday, I was at my Kundalini yoga class with birthday cake in hand. I also brought Love Oracle cards to share with my fellow yogis and this too was placed on my altar.


Not only was it my birthday but the powerful lunar event of a New Moon was days away. And if that were not enough, the annual Perseid meteor shower was about to take place (I really did not know anything about this until my friend sent a link after I missed the first night).

These cosmic events seemed to propel the hand of Spirit to guide me to the medicine I thought was gone forever. With the elements of the despacho gathered on my altar they needed to be wrapped before offering. The market in my remote town does not sell wrapping paper but they do carry burlap bags. For the first time ever my despacho was wrapped in burlap.


Although a ceremony may start with a certain intention, the communion with Spirit has a voice of its own. As prayers were blown into the wings of moths a waking up was sparked; a waking from the slumber I had been in; a waking from the pain I was carrying; a waking from the fear of not knowing what life would bring. The wings of the ones who flock to light carried a message I was ready to hear.

It was time to wake up.


The wings holding prayers were placed over the card that spoke to the freedom in love. Offerings of flowers, sweets and sparkles built a feast for Pachamama and Spirit.


Even the burlap seemed to have a voice. The cloth spoke of humility; to be humble in our power, humble in our walk, to be humble in our heart. The bundle was carried to the center of a labyrinth to be informed by the cosmic light of unknown galaxies through the night.


The next morning I woke at 4 am. I thought of the meteors and my prayer bundle in the labyrinth. I was tired and wanted to stay in bed.

If this were to be my last day on Earth what choice would I make then?

I got out of bed and lay under the dark sky as stars sparkled and meteors from other worlds washed me in wonder.


Our most powerful teacher.

A few short months ago I gathered five stones in an arroyo in Abiquiu. They held the seeds of ancient wisdom to take into new frontiers. Little did I know that souls the world over would hear this call too.

I return to the arroyo in gratitude for the guidance on this first ever journey to build our personal mesa and deepen the connection to the ancient wisdom that lies in every rock and stone.

Arroya_Rocks2It was a glorious day in Abiquiu to open ceremony for our Mesa Building Journey. After a chilly and overcast morning the sun held us in warmth in the middle of winter.

A beautiful herd of cattle met us at the entry point to our sacred site for ceremony. On New Year’s Day I buried what did not burn of our despacho beneath the tree here. What gentle gatekeepers for us.


“Cows can teach us about home and community and the joy and contentment therein. Cows aid us in realizing to be easy going and live in the moment. They show us about love and connections at work and home. Cows can teach us how to make the changes needed to bring joy in our surroundings.” Animal Totems by Starstuffs

Before heading into the arroyo we prepared our luminous body with a white candle clearing to release the energetic impressions that have imprinted us in lack, limitation and fear. We carried the candles to our ceremonial site to burn.



At the start of our trek we found large stones to carry the burdens we are ready to release. The intention was held for all those on this journey by blowing them into the stone with our breath.

They were laid to rest at our site for ceremony in a circle of protection around our burning candles. Elizabeth Inman of the Purple Adobe Lavender Farm in Abiquiu brought her essential oil from the farm which we used to anoint the stones and each other.


As we laid to rest our burdens and burned the energetic patterns that limit us, we fed our prayers with offerings of flowers, sweets, chocolate and wine. A feast for Pachamama and Spirit!



Prayers for the highest manifest vision for humanity and the Earth were blown into the peace flags and wrapped around our Apuchetta or little mountain offering.


Our prayers and intentions created a vessel of beauty for our beloved Earth Mother, Pachamama, as we heed her ancient wisdom and travel to frontiers not yet known.


Let us remember we are born as the sons and daughters of Pachamama.
Let us remember we are her caretakers and stewards.
Let us learn to listen to her rhythms and cycles.
Let us learn to live in harmony with her
and all her beings.


A bow of gratitude to Valerie Hart for capturing some of these moments.


A Despacho To Open Our Mesa Building Journey

We prepare our hearts and call to the Grace of Spirit,
The wisdom of Pachamama and
The power of the Apus,
To guide us through the darkness of winter
As we build our mesa
To weave our hearts to the love and beauty
Of our Earth Mother, Pachamama.


May the white petals of the rose hold our prayers in purity.


We call to the Four Directions
So we may be in balance with all your elements,
So we may live in harmony
With the rhythms and cycles of Nature
Around us and within us.


We feed our prayers and intentions to you
With offerings to bring color and sweetness
To our hopes and dreams
As we walk this path of transformation.


We wrap our prayers as a gift to you Pachamama
With a forgotten prayer holder of the white rose
To hold our intentions through time and space
Until they manifest in this Earth dimension, the Kaypacha,
For the highest good of all.

We wrap our despacho in the sacred cloth
Informed by the blessing of a new snow
On the first morning of a new year.

We thank you, thank you, thank you
For receiving the prayers of our most tender and humble heart.
We bow in gratitude for the blessings you bestow upon us
And for clearing the path ahead so we may walk
In the beauty and the abundance that you so
Lovingly provide to us all.





Mount Rainier


The year was 1988. I boarded a plane in New York bound for Seattle. I was going to climb my first real mountain, the kind that needed headlamps and dehydrated food pouches, crampons and gaiters. Mount Rainier, at 14, 410 feet is the fifth highest peak in the United States and I was on my way to the top.

Being a novice climber, a one-day school of mountaineering was mandatory. I learned how to conserve oxygen at high altitudes and effectively use crampons, metal spikes strapped to the bottom of boots to insure secure trekking on ice.

Is there such a thing as a secure trek on ice?

We simulated rope travel. After leaving base camp at 10,000 feet we would make our ascent harnessed together in groups of four. Climbers die every year by falling to their death or landing in a crevasse. An ice-ax arrest was paramount before attempting the climb.

If one of the climbers you were roped to were to tumble down the mountainside they needed to call for an arrest to alert the other three climbers they were falling. Chances are the falling climber would take you along with them.

Once a fall was established, by either a cry for help or by your body sliding down the mountain, the ice axe was to be plunged into the snow taking care to avoid any of your vital organs or limbs. The ice ax arrest is a highly technical and physically acrobatic maneuver that I prayed I would not need on the mountain.

After a crash course in mountaineering our ascent began at dawn the next morning. The trek started easy enough. Rolling green hills and lush meadows covered the lower mountain slopes in late August. The sun soon gave way to a soft morning drizzle, common in the Northwest.

As we reached higher altitudes the wind picked up speed. A once innocent drizzle began to rage to a blinding snow. The climb was no longer rolling but steep. The overnight gear and protective layers weighed heavy on my back. I kept thinking how would I ever get off the mountain? There seemed to be no strategy for manuevering the treacherous trek back down.

My mind raced eons ahead of my body. Although we were climbing up I could not figure any way back down. Was anyone as panicked as me? I had no way to know. The climbers ahead were blurs in the snow.

When it seemed that every nerve bundle in my body was ready to unravel, a deep stillness descended. There was a voice. Whether it was inside of me or somewhere outside is hard to tell but it said, “Follow the step in front of you. That is all you need to do. Just take one step.”

That much I could do. I could take one step.

I did not realize it at the time but it was the first time a mountain ever spoke to me.

excerpt from the forthcoming A Feminine Path to Enlightenment...and so the book opens



There was a time in our history when we, as humans, lived in harmony with the rhythm of Nature. We tracked the heavens and followed the guidance of stars. From ancient Wisdomkeepers systems of healing and enlightenment have been mapped for us to follow.

Although we may have lost touch with lunar cycles and bemoan the force of Nature when it interferes with our own, we are still intimately woven into the mystical matrix of Heaven and Earth. As our individual consciousness is entwined within infinite consciousness we have the ability to source and create from this ancient portal of wisdom. One such tool to open that portal is the shaman’s mesa.

A shaman’s mesa is used for healing, divination, prayer and ceremony. A mesa deepens the awareness of non-ordinary states of reality. It is a spiritual anchor that keeps us grounded. Building a personal mesa is a journey of transformation that will deepen your connection to Mother Earth and heighten awareness to the rhythms and cycles of your own true Nature.

I am honored and humbled to share this first ever Mesa Building Journey with you as called by the Santa Tierras, the ancient feminine Spirits of the land. Each journey will take place over 40 days throughout each of Nature’s seasons. You are welcome to participate in one or all four seasons as you are called.

Our first journey will begin in Winter on January 10, 2015 and run until February 20th.

During this 40 day cycle you will receive all of the teachings, practices and information listed below by weekly emails. The group will close with ceremony on February 20th however you are free to continue with the process taking as much time as needed allowing you to work at a pace that suits your schedule and lifestyle.

Some of the practices are sequential in nature, meaning you will need to complete one before moving on to the next, but that will be included when you receive your emails each week.

We begin building our mesa by discovering a stone or kuya. These will be found in Nature or you may already have a stone or crystal you want to work with. Through a heart centered meditation we will set a personal intention to be held in our kuyas to guide us through this 40 day cycle.

I will open our journey with a despacho or prayer offering to align our intentions with the wisdom of Winter and call on the guidance of Pachamama and Spirit.

Each week instruction and practices on working with your kuyas will be sent via email in video, audio or written format depending on the information. This allows you to participate on your own time and schedule.

 Our Teachings for the Winter Season will include: 

  • Setting a Personal Intention to Guide Your Journey
  • Opening Sacred Space
  • Creating an Altar
  • Shamanic Journey to meet a Spirit Ally
  • Clearing and Purification Practices
  • Using Your Kuya for Prayer, Healing and Divination
  • How to Use Your Kuya in Day to Day Life
  • Caring for Your Kuya
  • Kundalini Meditation/Daily Practice
  • Journaling Assignments
  • Personal and Collective Despacho Ceremony

Establishing a daily practice during this time with your kuya and a Kundalini meditation is highly recommended and instruction will be provided. The specific meditation we will use will help release old patterns and habits thereby opening pathways for allowing what we need into our lives.

Space for questions and sharing will be provided through a closed Facebook group and via email. Although we will be working individually, our journey is amplified by the collective like-minded intention of a group, uplifting each other and exponentially increasing the power of our individual process.

If you are in Northern New Mexico, we will open our journey by gathering on Saturday, January 10, 2015 to meet our kuyas in an arroyo in Abiquiu where few travel. This journey began through the stones gifted to me in this very same place.

Registration for the 40 day online course in the Winter season is $40.00 through paypal. Your registration insures you receive the weekly curriculum via email. Click here to register. 


To participate in the Arroyo Gathering in Abiquiu on January 10th, a $25.00 donation is suggested through paypal. Click here to join. Further information, including directions, will be provided once your donation is received. 


I am deeply grateful to share this unique, first time ever process with you to deepen our connection to the unconditional love of our Earth Mother for individual and collective healing and transformation.

Thank you for sharing!

May all love surround you.

At the time of our birth we are each held by a great power in Nature. Where were you born? What mountain or ocean held you when came into the world?

The shamans teach us an honoring and acknowledgment of these great places of power is needed to connect more deeply to the source of power that has kept watch over you.

Make an offering to show respect and say thank you. This is how we restore ayni or what shamans call right relationship to the source of power. We offer our prayers. We offer gratitude.

We begin to taste the drop of nectar that is our power. Not in an arrogant way. Not in a superior way that we have come to define and understand power but in a humble way.

We come to taste the power of knowing how our thoughts, our words and our actions are creating the world we live in. We are powerful in ways we never imagined.

This is the new frontier. It is a map of your own wild wilderness.

Ghost Ranch, Abiquiu, NM

Ghost Ranch, Abiquiu, NM

excerpt from forthcoming “The Feminine Path to Enlightenment”


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