created with the writing from the soul process.

i consider my books artifacts from my spiritual practice.

They weren’t originally written for an audience, but to help me understand and integrate some of what is baffling about being a human alive at this time. It helped me to write them, and my hope is that they might inspire you to deepen your own spiritual and creative explorations — maybe even make a book of your own.
N O V E L

lineage of the trees


The last time Lata saw her Aunt Charlotte, she was standing in the attic window waving, a solid wall of fire behind her. Was it a suicide? An act of cruelty and madness? Or a form of fierce love? The story takes us back to find clues in Charlotte’s childhood and in the events leading up to the fire. We learn of Charlotte's deep connection to her Aunt Marie, who introduced her to the power of plants and trees to heal. We learn of her relationship to Jesse, who she meets in the stretch of city forest that she calls home. We learn of her fierce desire to protect the trees and the spirits who live among them — and the lineage of those who are called to open themselves fully to love, whatever the cost.
P O E T R Y

grasshopper guru


​These intimate poems were born from a time when I was deeply exploring my disconnection from roots, earth and my own body. They are artifacts from my attempts to dismantle what kept me from feeling myself to be a full, spiritual citizen of the earth and cosmos. Many of the poems came out of solitary retreats in natural places, and explored the wisdom of the natural world, ancestry, and the ways the past continues to exist in the present.
P O E T R Y

CARTOON KALI: Poems for Dangerous Times


This book came out of a long period of solitary retreat and pilgrimage in India, Italy and Indonesia. The complexity of the collective issues we continue to face provided fuel for me to question my conditioning and deeply reflect on love and fear, the darkness hidden in my unconscious, the nature of self and of reality — and I found it helpful to record snippets of these reflections as poems. I hoped doing so would help me to understand what truly constitutes compassionate action, since so often the hand that seeks to help is more likely to hurt when it acts without sufficient awareness.
P I C T U R E   B O O K

the big and the small: a soul story


I wrote this story in one sitting in an attempt to see a way forward at a time when one way of life was ending and another had yet to begin. The truth is, we are always in transition whether we recognize it or not, but there are moments when the reality of this is laid bare and it can be frightening. This is the first picture book I have done, using my own scribble drawings. While we usually associate illustrated “Once upon a time” stories with children, I think this is a big mistake. Such stories speak the language of the unconscious in archetypes and pictures, and hold a great power for adults, being closer to dreams than to literature. 

these essays began as freewrites.

​In fact, everything I've published began as a freewrite, usually without the intention to make a piece at all.

memory & imagination write the stories of our lives.

Yesterday morning, I scooped up an old journal from the closet floor with the laundry and put it in the washer by mistake. Later, I found parts of it plastered to the washer wall by the spin cycle and peeled it off, still mostly intact, words faded.​ That journal held the decision to choose the path I took in these last 20 years: A spiritual path, living simply. 

Dropping out
​to change the world.

I used to be an activist. Then I did the unthinkable. I dropped out.  First, I dropped out of the peace movement. I had a job at a peace organization and my boss was a brilliant, charismatic leader who often gave us pep talks about “the fight for peace.” And it was a fight—against anyone who supported the war, against other peace groups over tactics... 

HOW PEOPLE
​CAN TALK TO TREES.

Years ago, I visited the Menominee reservation and met Earl, whose family for generations had been in charge of tending to a river where a dark serpent lived. The old stories said that when the serpent was calm, then there would be peace in the world. It was the job of Earl’s family lineage to do the practices that kept that serpent placid.

the path 
​to fearlessness.

Most of us were good at playing games of pretend as children. As adults, that skill can be used to take powerful leaps in consciousness. Just as we can suspend our disbelief as we watch a movie and enter the lives of characters, we can suspend our belief in a world of bad people and enter a new one filled with pure beings. 

She could only say one word—And it was enough.

I met a woman who had a stroke and lost her ability to speak. She had only one word left, and that word was "love." I liked to watch her say it. She would roll that word around in her mouth like a raspberry, eyes lit with pleasure, and say it slowly, as though tasting every letter.  A monogamous relationship with one word, and she got to have "love."​

Meeting the primordial feminine in West Bengal.

I don't remember how I first heard about Tarapith. Perhaps it was in a book I read, but as soon as it entered my awareness, I knew I would go there. A temple in rural West Bengal, the Tara worshipped there does what seems at first impossible: she is both destroyer and loving mother, hungry for blood and eager to help. How could this  be? I needed to find out.

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