Poetry book in the making

Overtime, I have collected poems which have appeared in my imagination ; moments of poignant human transformations, graceful instants of nature teaching Her mystery to my astonished heart. Finally, I have decided to make a book out of this collection of witnessings. And I have gathered images to dialogue with the words, a dance of words and colors, shapes and emotions. The people who are collaborating on this creation are remarkable, imaginative and skilled. It is another reminder of how community functions; a mutual giving and receiving of talents for the sake of a creation that is gestating and unfolding before our eyes. I could not have taken on this project by myself. But now, it is growing like a plant. Its blossoming promises a delicate beauty and the touching of hearts.

As a preview, here is one creation. A moment in time. I am honored to have been present for it. Even though someone else was shedding an old skin, I felt mine moving away too…

It is time to feel our resonance with each other. It is time we allow ourselves to receive the gifts of supporting friends while they are growing through fears. Because we too, shed our fears the same way.


a battle passes through your flesh


horrid losses

that no tears can shed


muffled sounds

maceration in your blood

the heat on your skin

matted hair


you lie here now

your face peaceful


breath ripples your body to rest

a steady calm carves

a possibility of ease

returns you to what was always there


renewal weaves itself

throughout your body

all over your heart


why I love teaching

A few weeks ago I started teaching a class at CIIS  called “Shamanic Counseling”.  It has been fascinating to concretize so many years of experience in an official course. The students are  immersed in learning, the graduate program is fascinating and challenging. I am  reminded of other times when I was listening to new ideas, sharing  dialogues with my fellow students, being in a community focused on psychology, the body, and the shaping of my own path and work. Now, as I sit  in my chair and they are listening to me, I do my best in both sharing what I know so well, and being an eternal student myself. Their writings impress me. I can see their minds dealing to ideas and thoughts and experiences in intelligent and explorative ways.

I am reminded how much I still have to learn, and how much I enjoy the expolorative process.

How curious do we allow ourselves to be? Are we open enough to think in new ways? Can we let ourselves be surprised by someone’s response or question?

I hope that no matter how much I know, I may remain forever curious.