Spiritual traditions have long decried that the Heart contains a secret or divine power that is latent, meaning it is everthere and yet usually is unnoticed and unused. However, we are mostly unawares of this latency and untapped power.

I forget just how painful Mother’s Day is until I log onto our modern (virtual) social commons and am overwhelmed by the beautiful sentiments outpouring from daughters and sons to their holy ones, their ardent Mothers, who return in such graceful kind the love that swaddled us in nursery rhymes and kept us aligned in the dizziness of inevitable darkened times of which our life has initiated us. I don’t want in any way to detract from this--this bliss-kiss from soul-inspired lips: Mothers are sacred and deserve their honour. May it bloom aplenty and a plenty flowers wake…

In light of the upcoming Chakra Journey Rebirth event on Saturday May 11th, I've been pondering on the notion of what it means to be human in the ecstatic times of our intensely transformative era. Chakra Journey has been one of my most popular offerings I believe because it broaches this notion and helps people to embody a whole new perspective of selfhood, here using the dynamic model of the chakras drawn from ancient yogic philosophy.

 In light of my upcoming concert in honour of the Earth, I’ve been exploring a lot of my research, experiences, notes, poems, stories etc. on the subject of healing the relationship between our human species and its natural environment, which has become one of the most (if not the most) significant concerns facing us in our burgeoning global-centric culture.

When I consider the great turning of the wheel of the year at the truly ecstatic pivot from Winter into Spring in this most extraordinary year of 2013, I am instantly struck with the clarion call of one word: regeneration. Let’s dive into the energetic  signature of this magical vibrational spell (i.e. word) and look at its etymology:

It's been almost two months since Megangi (as I am fond of calling her recently) and I returned from India. I realized that I’d fallen a bit back on my initially bold declarations to document our trip more openly, mainly through the continuation of our popular online Vlog--The Barefoot Yogis. It hasn’t necessarily been for lack of desire: both Megan and I are still a ridiculous constancy of beloved recollections and the subsequent extractions of shining knowings.