Sometimes you try to keep things a secret but the Universe has other plans. Over the past few months, while working on a novel set in my birthplace of Jamaica and weaving in some ancestry stories, I created a character out of my imagination. This character was a woman who loved birds and had a room full of birds… (Read more by clicking on title)
All month the painting speaks to me, teaches me what it is to surrender. Surrender to what the body wants, needs, craves, demands. You cannot rush the body. Surrender… (Read more by clicking on title)
We need new positive stories to seed for the future. We are drowning in dystopian visions, both real and imagined these days.
For years it was my Plymouth Rock. The red rocks called out to me through the ethers. Come back, come back, they would say . . .
Perhaps it’s the similarity with the landscape of the land of my birth, Jamaica, that caused me to fall in
I call her Wild Woman, for those very words, wild and woman, create the fairy-tale knock at the door of
Dodona, located in a lush and remote valley in western Greece, is the oldest oracle site in Greece dating back
When I was a child in Jamaica, my father built a large telescope in our backyard in Havendale. It was
The Fifth Sacred Thing: A Manifesto for the 99% . . .even on this ruined and ravaged and poisoned earth,
The great African (Kenyan) environmentalist, founder of the Green Belt Movement and the first African woman to win the Nobel