Poem by Marie Howe, in the collection What the Living Do.

The song is Vic Dickenson's "Too Marvelous for Words." The story is life.

A reading from Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Women Who Run with the Wolves. The song is Tori Amos, "Pretty Good Year." God decided that these two things  go together.

A story told with the background scent of white roses, which I can smell, but you can't. They're delightful. Also, don't you find this technological world so overwhelming? How can a person cut through all the noise? I'll tell you. Listen.

We all do, because we don't see many women who are embodied and whole, where sexual and sensual energy is used in a holistic way to enliven themselves and others. We have suppressed and repressed sexual and sensual energy, which is the feminine, called it dirty and wrong, and we have too few places of vibrant feminine expression in our institutions, or represented in positions of authority. Here's a letter of hope so we can start changing all that.. www.motherjana.com

Written in April 2020, this letter explores the problematic roots of American culture, which is in need of renewal. Meet the Brown Skinned and the White-Faced, and uncover who may be the healers to help us cleanse the past and bring about deep awakening. 

Exploring issues of masculinity in American culture, the culture where business has reined supreme. How do men begin to unpack their relationship to their own masculinity, outside of a framework of thinking their worth is tied to money? A reading from Osho's book, What Now, Adam? Also, learn more about the Sacred Sensual Healers course starting in September on my site, www.motherjana.com / Applications accepted until August 14th, 2020.

This presentation is dedicated to my special friend Jean-Luc. Poem is John Keats' "Ode to Psyche" and song is Alanis Morissette's "Ablaze." There is a connection in there, I promise. And also, maybe not. Maybe it's just all very pretty, and pretty doesn't need a reason.

Shamanic storytelling from the dining room of heaven.

Background music is from Jenny Lewis, her album "On the Line." What do you want to be like when you grow up?