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Maahes for the Rest of Us

The intuition sessions I conduct in mid-summer are so lush. Everything we love most about July comes through–spirits we’d never otherwise meet; a sweet, wild verdancy demanding that we love and be loved without limits. Today I had a client who was awash in really beautiful leonine energy. She was of female body but, as our culture is finally learning, this did not preclude her highly evolved masculinity. We did our work and by “we” I do not just mean me and this beautiful lion person but also my familiar, the tiny cat known as Grace. As this client left, a lion-spirit came through so clearly that I went online and found an image of him. Meet Maahes, the Ancient Egyptian solar god who only fought in the name of social justice. One translation of his name is “True Before Her.” A gentle warrior who defers to the divine feminine? So grateful to meet him, especially as it seems he’s already befriended my permakitten. What is channeled in my office is never just for the people who enter it. Today it’s for everyone seeking a different model for male behavior. For Americans, in other words. Earthlings.

Summer Solstice Shine

Everyone has a favorite time of year. Mine is Summer Solstice, or Litha, as it’s called in Celtic circles. (That it sounds like  my name lisped is pure coincidence.) I gratefully accept the lessons that shadows teach us, but most embrace our Mother Sun’s beautiful light. Today she shines longest and brightest upon our lives—revealing who we truly are, not merely how we seem. This is a day of abundance, of lush greens and fresh blooms, of native caresses and first communions. It is a day of planting and harvesting, of seed and flower—of closing the gap between hope and manifestation, fundamentally. The best part? All we need do is breathe in this magic. If you want to get super fancy about it, light a yellow or orange candle, burn some sage, or just murmur your wishes into this eternal light. Divine mama does the rest.

Lilacs Twice and Desert Sun

Lately I keep whispering to myself: “You saw lilacs twice this year.” And it’s true. I saw them bloom in Brooklyn in early May, and then again when I traveled up to Provincetown and Greater Boston later that month. It was a shock, really. I’d been driving up terrible old Route 6 of Cape Cod when this heady fragrance started supplanting the gas fumes. It took a hot minute to realize the smell was not me having a stroke but lilacs. Again.

These last few months have been like a magic hour that just hasn’t ended.

I had so dreaded this year. Had seen the writing on the wall about the demise of my NY1 show and labor journal job; had been waging a legal battle of the sort that few long-time New Yorkers elude (housing-related); had regarded the second half of my forties as–oh, I’ll just say it–the beginning of the end. The boobs falling, the hair greying, the eyesight fading. You get the picture. Not pretty. Continue Reading →

"All, everything I understand, I understand only because I love."
― Leo Tolstoy