Thursday, August 10, 2017



Memoir

These letters of remembrance…
heart and mind
folding...
are an ancient manuscript 
sealed with blood…
crimson ribbons of time woven through my marrow.

And each word a wingless fallen feather...
Tangled up in
heather…lavender…baby’s breath...
Once caged…now nestled in my book of practical magic.

These childhood memories, 
ragged…
creased…
faded black and white 
skeletons,
gathering flesh,
awaiting resurrection,
are guarded by a Rose
 that blooms…
blushing…
 in the shadows.

I write my letters
and 
it is always...
 Night.

Sunday, July 3, 2016

A Personal Declaration of Independence





This is my personal Declaration of Independence written on July 3, 2016 in preparation for the 
New Moon in Cancer Ceremony
that will take place tomorrow, Independence Day, 2016.

Dear Family,*
This is for you. 

I love and respect you.
I will never abandon you.

For this reason
 I am declaring my independence from all the energetic cords, dysfunctional patterns, relationship dynamics, emotional hooks, and mental manipulations and all things
 we have created together that no longer serve us.
I am releasing them all.
I am cutting them away fully and completely.

I am asking and allowing the Archangels, Sacred Beings and Guides, 
Animal Helpers and Ascended Masters
to heal the areas where the ties that bind where cut
so that all of us may continue to grow and move forward with
our Soul’s highest calling 
and with little or no turbulence and suffering.

In return for this give-away
I ask that new energetic cords be made with only the Highest and most Sacred of vibrations;

That dysfunctional patterns of disrespect and power-over be replaced with empowering patterns of Freedom, Love and Honor;

That emotional hooks that arouse anger, guilt, shame, and self-hatred
be completely eradicated and dissolved before they even reach their intended target and be made useful to the sender as a means of introspection and self-awareness.

That all mental manipulations causing doubt, fear, pain and dis-ease be clearly discerned and disentangled through the power of 
Transmutation - 
 including the instruments of said power -
Cleat Boundary Setting, Wise Self-Care, 
and Life-generating/sustaining Action
 arising from our bright and shining Soul's Impeccable Intentions.

I intend for this Declaration to be an instrument of 
Healing and Guidance 
for this Present Moment and through Time 
moving in all directions,
through all the Dimensions,
and for All Beings whose Sacred Vision and Passion Quest
is to restore the Oneness and Connectedness
of our Sacred Mother Earth and Father Sky
and All Our Relations.

In the name and in all the names of the Divine - 
Goddesses and Gods - 

Aho and Amen.


*Family - all Beings to whom I am, have been, and will be involved with through my Earth Walk whether physically, psychically, or spiritually.


Wednesday, June 15, 2016

Turner Case: Why “Emily Doe” does not represent me.

The woman in the Turner case who by the jury's decision was sexually assaulted, has chosen to remain anonymous, according to a video statement posted by The Washington Post, June 7-8, 2016, because she claims to “represent every woman”. Her anonymity is, according to her statement, “the beauty of it”.

I find this statement appalling. 

Why? Because, as a survivor of two sexual molestations as a child and a semester-long stalking that resulted in physical assault at the UCLA campus in the 70’s, Emily Doe cannot possibly represent me. 

When I attended UCLA I was a young single mother. I was not drunk or under the influence of any drug. I was not at a party. I was stalked by two black men for months during the day and I was assaulted at 7:30 in the morning. Several students walked by and did nothing although I was crying for help. I remember these potential heroes were wearing Lettermen jackets as one of the men beat me. The two stalkers left when one of them realized that although no one stopped to help me, I was nevertheless drawing too much attention. It wasn’t until after they ran off that a young man helped me get up off the ground and asked what had happened. He was not a witness to my assault. I had no witnesses as they had all walked on by. 

This young man walked me to the campus police where the detective in charge had me look through mug shots to see if I could identify the perpetrators. I could. It turns out there were several foreign exchange students who had been raped by these men but because of the culture of shame refused to press charges. I did press charges but they were later reduced to “Disturbing the Peace” as I was not ‘significantly harmed’. The detective said this was better than nothing.

I was molested by ‘a friend of the family’ at age 9. I was molested by my best friend’s father in the middle of the night at age 16 while asleep in the same room as she. Neither of these men were charged with a crime as I told no one. I was ashamed. I also felt lucky that I had escaped worse things that I later learned had happened to other family members. I was not repeatedly molested because I learned to watch my back, to stay alert, to not put myself in any situation where I could make myself vulnerable to predators. I learned to empower myself by taking responsibility for my own safety. I learned how to protect my natural vulnerability as a woman by not putting my self at risk.

So here’s why Emily Doe does not speak for me. 

After reading her letter, I have come to the conclusion that she feels no shame. Her reason for anonymity does not even come close to comparing to mine. She has an inflated opinion of herself as the voice of all women. 

She has no memory of her experience because she was incredibly drunk by her own volition. I remember every detail of mine. A woman feels deep shame in her body when she has been violated. The shame should not, does not belong to her. But a woman who has been sexually assaulted feels it. 

Emily Doe complains about the arduous court proceedings. She is upset that Turner did not settle out of court. She apparently hoped for a monetary settlement. A woman who has been raped or molested rarely gets to settle for anything - except the long, long struggle to regain self-love and self-respect. 

Emily Doe says she can’t sleep alone. She has a boyfriend who is willing to sleep by her side. A woman who has been raped or molested often has to sleep alone. Her shame prevents her from enjoying what many take for granted. She believes she does not deserve better. She does not want to be touched and yet she wants more than anything to be touched. She wants more than anything to be able to forget. It takes her years and years, if ever, to heal. 

In my opinion, Emily Doe can’t sleep alone because she is literally and symbolically in the dark. She is in dark about her own actions and decision while in a drunken stupor. She has no idea what she did or didn’t consent to. She is afraid she may have gone along with it, or she may not have. She does’t know. If Turner could only apologize and admit he did violate her then she could be sure. But she is angry because he doesn’t. She is angry he has some supporters. Yet she makes no mention of her own decision to drink to the point where she cannot remember and probably never will. She makes no mention of her own self-victimization.

But she has a choice of what to believe. 

And she has chosen to believe she need not be concerned with her own actions. She has chosen to believe that somehow someone else who is also drunk should have known better. She has chosen to believe that even if she does say yes, a drunk man should know she means no. She chooses to believe, and so do her supporters, that she has no responsibility to honor herself through the choices she makes. She is entitled to behave in a socially irresponsible way and suffer no consequences. By choosing to believe think this way she continues the pattern of self-victimization.

But what if she had driven a car in that state and hurt herself? Her inebriated state would not have served as her defense. Just as Turner’s drunken state does not excuse him.

I am appalled at the culture of violence against women. But isn’t it time young women take responsibility for honoring themselves in ways that reflect a modicum of dignity and realistic accountability for their own well being and safety? The court documents state that being drunk is like a weapon to a predator because he will not have to restrain or beat a victim. Isn’t it time women understand that being drunk is like turning a weapon against yourself? A way to unwittingly become a potential victim?

As a woman I am also appalled at the culture of promiscuity and drinking that is so flagrantly marketed through ads, popular music, and film. Why do young women subscribe to this objectification of their bodies? Why do they attempt to walk in 4 and 5 inch heels that deform their spines and pelvises and
make them all the more vulnerable should they ever be in a situation that demands they run for their lives?

Emily Doe does not speak for me because she is too immature and ignorant to have yet earned that right. Emily Doe is not every woman. There is no beauty, Emily Doe, in your anonymity, only another example of the culture of entitlement and narcissism so prevalent today. 

In the current political climate, my opinion will most likely be discounted as “blaming the victim”. I am fully aware of that rationale as I been educated and received an MA from a very liberal private college. But I refuse to remain silenced by that possibility. And I refuse to remain anonymous because I do not presume to speak for anyone but myself.




Monday, May 23, 2016

Deer Migration

Dear Beloved Friends, 

This is a page from my Dream Book. 


I practice conscious dreaming almost  every night. We all dream, whether we remember or not. And I want to share with you how not remembering a dream can still be a totally meaningful experience. 

Dreaming with Taurus Sun and the Moon with The Scales


Title - Deer Migration

I don't remember my dream last night. What I remember is the feeling I had when I awoke. I felt joyfully balanced! I remember thinking "Oh, how wonderful this dreaming is! It works!" This was around 3am.

I relished the feeling and was still sort of dreaming, but after a while I woke up fully and started left-brain thinking...which is why I can't remember the dream.

I realized I was thinking, worrying, planning, and, if I continued, wouldn't be able to fall back asleep. 
So I turned my thoughts to the memory of the deer migration my hubby and I witnessed up in Mammoth over the weekend. I really can't get it out of my consciousness anyway it was so remarkable! The deer where so well camouflaged that at first I saw only 5 of them as they moved their bodies and turned to look up. Their ears were so big and their attention so intense.

Before I knew it more deer turned to look at us, and I started counting...10, 20, more and more so that I lost count. The entire gentle slope of the mountain came alive with movement. It was like a rippling wind had touched each one of them as their heads turned towards us and then bent down again to graze without a care in the world.

This memory is so numinous I let it carry me to I know not where. 

I felt my body opening like a blossom - my arms stretched wide across the bed...and still I wanted to keep stretching and opening.

Then the Milky Way broke through the ceiling of my bedroom and the deer moved to it's guidance. The deer migrated to a message from the Milky Way!!! And there was no separation between them. And here I was a witness...and yet also the migration of deer and the stars where moving across the landscape of my heart and body...The deer moved across my body, and my body was the land... 

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Notes:
What more can I say? This was such an amazing experience!

I can see the deer. I feel I can touch the budding antlers. I know how easily they know the Truth of all of Life and how interconnected we are. They’ve never lost that consciousness...

I have nothing I need to know or figure out.

I know how real Oneness is.



Wednesday, May 18, 2016

Promised Tarot link for free replay


If you are interested in learning more about the Tarot as a creative, spiritual, or inspirational tool, use the link below to connect to a past Tarot Tele-summit created by Kim Wilborn.

I've been subscribing to Kim's programs for several years and love how affordable and easily accessible they are!

The Death Card tends to be one of the most feared cards in a Tarot spread. People often assume it signifies a physical Death. But this is a very literal interpretation of the Tarot. The truth is Tarot is more like a dream - a group of symbols meant to be explored and tended to as numinous communication from the unconscious. 

Listen to Ferol Humphrey's talk:



If you find you are interested in knowing more about Tarot and would like to receive personal guidance, please feel free to email me at innerworkstudio@yhaoo.com.

I've been writing

I decided to stop blogging for a bit so I could write a longer story.

So far it's over 20 pages long.
When it's done I hope to share it.
Either that or go back to blogging.

The story is a fantasy about meeting Gaugin
and apprenticing with him.
Not as a painter, but as a writer!
Yes, Gaugin was a writer too.

It is also a woven tapestry of shamanic journeying and synesthesia.

I love it.
Every piece of writing is a nest.
I needed a bigger one.


And then I procrastinate...

Why would I want to be finished with this love?

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In the meantime, every so often I will post some links to free recordings for a website that I have really enjoyed throughout the past few years. I've signed up for several different website programs throughout the years, but...

I decided to promote the programs offered by Kim Wilborn as an affiliate because I trust her integrity, her lightheartedness, and how accessible and affordable she makes the content. My favorites so far are The Spiritual Path of Tarot, and A Year With The Goddess.

In the interest of full disclosure, I will get a percentage of anything you decide to order if you go through the link I provide. It's up to you to do what works best for you!

If you would like personal guidance on any of the offerings please contact me at - Innerworkstudio@yahoo.com

Love yourself and enjoy this incredibly short journey we call Life!




Monday, April 11, 2016

short translation


[echoing bird]

brrrr-eet, brrrr-eet, brrrr-eet
phewit, phewit, phewit
cheep, cheeeeeep
arrrat, arrrat, arrrat

beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
peace, peace, peace
here, hear
a heart, a heart, a heart


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On my Medicine Walk the mountain is filled with the ecstasy of bird song. The sky is covered with smoky clouds in varying shades - white to silver to pewter to slate to charcoal. The ground is still moist from Saturday's rain. Tiny yellow wild flowers on thin sage green stalks line the trail and even the cactus blooms.

One bird sings as I walk - first above me, then behind, then ahead up in front. Above, behind, ahead -repeatedly - till finally I listen.

Then he flies below and away, down the south face of the canyon.

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The ancient brain knows a predator lurks when the birds are quiet. This is how I know my heart is safe - the birds are singing.