• Fright Night

    “I knew nothing about Halloween until we moved to the United States, and the whole business of dressing up in scary costumes to wander from door to door begging for candy seemed very…

  • Epiphany

    Waking Point “My determination was to find that elusive inner me, the one who roared like Shekmeht, the ancient Egyptian lion goddess, and glowed like Isis, whose name literally translates to ‘throne’ and…

  • Words & Our World

    Waking Point By Helen Noakes “I wonder at the detachment with which I watch these people plunder and destroy those weaker than themselves, along with their own souls. Oh, I speak up once…

  • Proofing Life

    “Life cannot be proofread/I tried/I failed/It almost killed me”—By Helen Noakes Waking Point By Helen Noakes “We cannot change anything unless we accept it.”—C. G. Jung, Modern Man in Search of a Soul…

  • Grave Goods

    “‘I’ll be damned if I let someone like him touch you,’ I muttered, and wondered at the vehemence of my fury. Lightly, I dug, feeling around her bones with fingers, soft brushes, dental…

  • Mythopoeia: Pragmatos & Psyche

    Waking Point By Helen Noakes “There’s no coming to consciousness without pain.”―C. G. Jung SAN FRANCISCO California—(Weekly Hubris)—1/13/2014—On the high plateaus of Epirus, where mountains rise above a river valley, lived a young…

  • Silent Magic

    “Since childhood, silence, for me, has been a blessed retreat. Within its peaceful embrace there is a clear and certain magic. True to the Collins English Gem’s definition of magic, silence powers my…

  • Seascapes

    “In my writing and my Reiki work I’ve learned to heed body-wisdom and dreams. Both access different levels of the subconscious, and the subconscious does not lie. It cannot. The conscious mind cannot…

  • Murmurous Absences

    “In the final months of her journey towards death, she fearfully let go the chisel, and saw me take it up and throw it away. (We had no need of that chisel now.)…

  • Maps & Delusions

    Waking Point by Helen Noakes “Maps cannot tell me/Where I’ve been,/Cannot direct me/To the place I want to be.”Helen Noakes “There is an extraordinary distance from the head to the heart, a distance…