Oh daughter of my daughtera story’s long been toldthat your body–sacred bodyby Grandfather was made whole. A lie it isand always wasthough history shrouded this becausefrom our bodies come all menand to our body they return again. There’s power hereoh yes indeedbut stolen and twisted storieshave turned mantowards lies and greed. Maybe our silence oncesaved the daybut now our silencedoes our hearts betrayand from truthwe mustn’t walk away. Every bodyHe and Sheand all the others

Draw your boundary. Pause, enjoy it. Keep going. This has been my “accidental” summer practice—what I mean is, via the necessity of setting limits and practicing boundaries I have learned how limitless my capacity is. This is such a different experience than the collective habit of pushing through… which I am expert at and imagine most of you are too. Via the solid, unapologetic NO’s I have offered forth this summer, significant openings and YES’s

I’m going to speak, lightly, briefly about the sneak of extinction culture into your living room…we all live in some level of chronic discontent—this has caused a collective trance and the dumbing down of our human nature…millions, billions of hungry ghosts not-yet-dead. Whoa, that’s intense isn’t it? The fire of summer, the lie of Independence Day—watching our democracy crumble (was it ever truly a democracy folks? Can we take a closer look at history?) Anyway,