The Siren needs Songs She needs to dance. To surf waves. Water waves. Musical waves. Emotional waves. All kinds of waves. And make tracks in the sand. To find our songs. The ones that inspire us and suit our souls we need to hear them. And test drive them with our bodies The infusion...
. Have you met your inner siren? What Clarissa Pinkola Estés calls the Wild Woman. The one who knows. When women reassert their relationship with the wildish nature, they are gifted with a permanent and internal watcher, a knower, a visionary, an oracle, an inspiratrice, an intuitive, a maker, a creator, an inventor, and...
For the last two months my favorite friday nights have included dancing on Ocean Beach at sunset followed by freedom pole (aka open pole, flight club, etc.) at Steel Heart Dance. The poles there are 20 feet high and often ice cold. Recently, while searching for reviews on Mighty Grip Ankle Protectors for these...
After my ‘letting go’ ceremony on Baker Beach, joy and ease filled my life. I sang along to music in the car. And in the kitchen while cooking and doing dishes. Delved back into stalled projects. Writing flowed. Even difficult tasks, often avoided, were accomplished without angst. I enticed two more sirens to try...
After receiving an extra long hug from Brian, my husband, when he arrived home from work on that Thursday, “It’s worse than I imagined. I cried all afternoon. It hurts deep inside from here to there,” I said pointing to the base of my sternum and belly button. “I almost can’t breathe. I left...
