Transformative erotic writings from my dreams & visions.
Bowl of Light
The Great Divide
There have been many times in my life when mothering has been in direct conflict with my ability to support a client. Most of the time I’m able to let it go pretty quickly. This time was much more difficult though.
It’s been two years…
So how am I doing two years on from the flooding of July 10th 2023?
Sometimes we’re too late.
Sometimes this happens. Sometimes we are too late. Sometimes no matter how much we’d like to be there in someone’s final moments their schedule is different from our schedule.
Dear Granny,
I have memories of a magical childhood stitched with love, pot roast, perfectly crisp sheets, and the twinkle of her blue eyes. I love you Granny, I miss you.
A letter to my daughter knowing someday I will die.
What the final outcome of this death will be remains to be seen. Right now we are orbiting in the liminal space of waiting.
My response to the CEO who got…
The only answer I have in the wake of all of this is that people are hurting and in response they are hurting others…
When all other lights go out.
To all the magic makers, those who work in the dark to bring forth light, I want to personally thank you for bringing a small moment of wonder to our lives. We need it, especially now.
The Cailleach commeth
Today I will watch the Cailleach weave her veil of snow and just be.
My response to last night’s flooding in Vermont
The time for climate change reversal is gone. The time for climate change adaptation is now.
Lindsay Hargis Post — Shamanic Touch Therapist 