I called this blog Slow Change because it was going to be the story of how my family and I made small, slow changes to our life. It was all about slowing down and living as though we had bought a little house in the country and were living the simple life. Even though we hadn’t, actually. Even though circumstances made it impossible for us to buy that little house and create that idyllic life of country simplicity. My dreams of kitchen gardens, orchards, home made jams, freshly baked bread, lush Continue Reading
The Magdalene Line
I recently finished reading the Kathleen McGowan trilogy about the Magdalene line. It's a fictional interpretation of many of the theories supporting the idea that Jesus and Mary Magdalene were a couple, and had children whose bloodlines still exist today. For poorly written books they were strangely compelling. I am pretty fussy about books, and I was not impressed with McGowan as an author. BUT I find the bloodline theory fascinating, and found Robert Langdon's The Da Vinci Code equally Continue Reading
Womens Circle Training with Sora Surya No
In May this year I joined 26 other women for an amazing week of training with Bad-Ass Warrior Priestess Sora Surya No. I was there to learn about Womens Circles, and like many of the women in the room, I was expecting a kind of how-to guide and maybe a manual at the end of the week. This did not happen. In the morning of Day 1 we were informed that the internet was full of useful advice on running womens circles, but the only way we could really understand the power of circle was to experience Continue Reading
That Time I Decided To Run a Womens Circle
Many years ago a very intuitive woman suggested I join a Womens Circle. I didn't know what that was, but I was pretty sure it wasn't for me. It sounded kind of hippy and a bit scary. I felt that it would probably involve chanting, and maybe hugging. I stayed the hell away. Cut to 2017 and I was spending a lot of time alone on my couch. I'm not a classic extrovert, but I am lifted by connection with others, even though I need plenty of down time to replenish myself afterwards. I used to Continue Reading
Messages from the Dream Weave
I call them my dream songs. They greet me as I emerge into wakefulness, existing at first only as hazy dream memories. They hover just out of reach; a snatched phrase, a repeating chorus line, the hint of a melody. In the space between sleeping and waking, a familiar song hovers and if I'm patient and wait, it will sharpen and come into focus. Several times a week I wake up to rock ballads and long-forgotten ditties from school musicals, relics from Dad's record collection, 90s dance floor Continue Reading