Walking With Ancestors

“And in one house they could see an old grandfather mummy being taken out of a closet and put in the place of honor at the head of the ta...

At this time of year, the air is cooling, the garden beds have been put to rest, cider is mulling and apples are transformed into a myria...

This is the sixth installment in a monthly thread, where I am looking back at the early experiences I had with death and reflecting on ho...

I believe in reincarnation, of varying beliefs and philosophies. I believe in it because I see the pattern of birth, life, death, and reb...

In my earliest ancestor meditations, the visual image I received was the same. Flashes of faces all talking at me, talking to me, as if t...

 Tlazolteotl, by Susan Seddon Boulet  Like many children, I learned life lessons from the storybook fairy tales I read. When vent...

We are turning into autumn and the last of our tomatoes and beans are fruiting. The morning glories herald the dawn in vibrant hues of vi...