On the open road …

It’s dark, but above me I can hear the pitter patter of little feet on the floor. Little voices delighting in the morning. I roll over. It’s too early. I’m too tired. But, I’m awake. Awake. In Denver. Starting Day Four of my Life After Las Vegas. Laying in bed at my aunt and uncle’sContinue reading “On the open road …”

Hello, universe

“Mom!!” I scream into my phone as I drive away from Red Mountain Resort under the sinking Utah sun. “Something has happened!” “Are you OK? What is it? Where are you?” Entirely breathless, I launch into the past two days at Red Mountain. The desperation. The reiki. The shamanic healing. “And now … something isContinue reading “Hello, universe”

Awake my soul: the story of shamanic healing

Self. Birth. Transformation. Relationships. Those four cards stare at me on the animal hide table in the little room of Betina Lindsey, the shaman at Red Mountain Resort. “Well, this fits,” she says. I close my eyes. I can only hope she’s right. Betina is my last resort. She is my little glimmer of hopeContinue reading “Awake my soul: the story of shamanic healing”

The (in)exchange of energies

Cynthia taps on my chest. Tap. Tap. Tap. I can feel those taps reverberate through my body. I can hear the sounds echo in my ears. Hollow. I feel hollow. “OK,” she says softly, powering up the massage table to a sitting position. “How stressed are you?” she asks, her gentle eyes full of concern.Continue reading “The (in)exchange of energies”