Colors Seem to Fade

It’s odd how a song can trigger a memory. They sweep in, unannounced, like that loud aunt who never gets invited but shows up anyway, bringing with her all of the energy in the room. This particular aunt brought with it the memory of my grandma’s funeral. To my surprise, I began to cry, even…

Reworking the Past

The past is meant to be buried. Digging through the rubbish bin of past memories stirs up not only crap best left forgotten, it opens energies beyond us that we once thought closed. As an example, take Emprise, a book I wrote 2 years ago when I was in the process of healing from a…