Don’t wait. Do it now.

“Here’s how I think it works. Each one of us is born carrying a Silver Thread that runs from our life straight back to the heart of our Creator.

No one has ever carried that particular thread before, and no one will ever carry that particular thread again. Only you will ever carry your thread, only I will ever carry mine.

These threads are what weave this huge, timeless tapestry we’re part of, far too great for us to perceive while we’re walking the Earth.

We can’t even look an inch to the left and say, “That person is not weaving fast enough,” or to the right and say, “That person is not weaving evenly.” The only thread we can weave with is our own.

Some of your ancestors’ threads are woven into yours, those with whom you have some particular affiliation. Different ancestors must work with different people in the same family — otherwise, siblings would be much more alike than they are.

As you come to know those ancestors, you can understand more about what you came here to do. This understanding is more of the Heart than of the Mind. Do the Work and trust the Process.

If we wait to do everything until we know what it is, non of us would ever have learned to walk.”

Worth Cooley-Prost, artist & activist




Entering Dreamland by Catrin Welz-Stein

Astrological charts came up recently, and it reminded me of the vocational chart reading I got from Astrodienst a couple of years back.

If you’re poking around this site to learn more about who I am as a human, you may find this useful because yeah, it’s pretty much on the nose.

If you’re someone who’s trying to figure out your greater purpose in life, I highly recommend getting a vocational chart of your own done because it could provide useful insight. At worst, it can help you figure out what not to do, and sometimes that’s enough.

Art, Music, Tea, Monsters

Here are the the tea blends and relevant songs that were a part of March’s Sound & Vision opening at Hiveartspace in York:  (you can get your own pouches and tins of the tea blends from Adagio, and 5% of each blend goes to support the ACLU.)

whatswithscreaming-tea-labelThe What’s With All The Screaming blend was inspired by Jonathan Coulton’s Skullcrusher Mountain — yet another catchy tune about a mad scientist in love.

“I made this half-pony, half-monkey monster to please you / But I get the feeling that you don’t like it / What’s with all the screaming? / You like monkeys, you like ponies / Maybe you don’t like monsters so much / Maybe I used too many monkeys / Isn’t it enough to know that I ruined a pony making a gift for you?”

Whats-With-All-The-Screaming-web.jpgThe PonyMonkeyMonster collage in the show goes with this tea because it goes with the song. (It’s my very first but probably not last PonyMonkeyMonster! There’s a part of me that wants very much to make a Concrete Cuddler that’s also a PonyMonkeyMonster, but it’s not likely to happen this week.)

Moving on!


forgetyourperfectoffering_tealabel Forget Your Perfect Offering blend was inspired by lyrics in Leonard Cohen’s song Anthem. You probably know the ones: “Ring the bells that still can ring / forget your perfect offering / There is a crack in everything / that’s how the light gets in.”

(There’s another Leonard Cohen-inspired blend called A Thousand Kisses Deep, as well, but that one wasn’t one of the blend samples handed out at the show.) (Or maybe it was and they just got scooped up so fast I didn’t see them — that’d be pretty cool.)

pirinzalag-tea-label Pirin Zalag was inspired by Dave Carter and Tracy Grammer’s song The Mountain, which is all kinds of super special to me.

I won’t go into why because it’s kind of an intense story for a conversation about tea, but Pirin Zalag comes from the Sumerian chant that Dave sings in the background of the song, and it means Forest of Light, which gives me goosebumps.  The song is beautiful and the tea doesn’t suck.

Then there’s Squirrelly Spice, inspired by the band The Squirrel Nut Zippers.


And Nesatovo, inspired by the song of the same name by the group Beats Antique.


Then comes Wildflowers, inspired by Dolly Parton’s song Wildflower. (Yes, technically there are three artists on this track from the Trio album but it’s totally a Saint Dolly song.)


once-more-with-feeling-tea-labelAnd finally Once More With Feeling, which of course is inspired by the whole Buffy soundtrack rather than just the song.

The painful label design comes straight from the CD design, which I had for the longest time. It’s been years and years, but once in a blue moon there’s still some breaking into song around a certain group of friends. Because yep. That warrants a tea, for sure.


What he said.

waterislifewhitebuffaloThis essay by Charles Eisenstein is so good.  I had to share it if only to say: what he said.

Here’s to ferocious peace, man.

“Writ large, the situation at Standing Rock is the situation of our whole planet: everywhere, dominating forces seek to exploit what remains of the treasures of earth and sea.

They cannot be defeated by force.

We must instead invite a change of heart by being in a place of heartfulness ourselves – of courage, empathy, and compassion.

If the Water Protectors at Standing Rock can stay strong in that invitation, they will demonstrate an unstoppable power and win a miraculous victory, inspiring the rest of us to follow their example.”

The Hero of This Story

Thanks Facebook Memories 🙂  A year ago I posted about this email my mom sent seven years ago. She was always ahead of the curve, because man is this ever useful at this particular time of the world.

“It’s an excerpt from one of Martin Prechtel’s books that mom typed out and sent me in March of 2009:

“… Art is no longer what we want to do, we now do out art to bring the world back to life. The more the scientist investigates, the greater the evidence of the overriding complexity and elegance of what makes the universe happen.

Healers decide to farm to make the bodies healthy, instead of always fixing what is broke.

It is no longer enough to rebel, resist or make a revolution, we must live out the story in all its aspects, realizing that the hero of the story is not the girl, the hummingbird, ourselves or what we love.

The hero of this story is the story itself.

So often the artist is sacrificed for the art and the art is what lives.

This story tells us that our art must be sacrificed, turned into a magic that puts us back together in a new way and hatches the world back to life.

This story tells us that living the life of an artist is not as useful as living our lives as a work of art.

What we love and what brought us into the world must together hatch us into life, but this time not into what we were, but into a never-before-seen thing, all its own, whose voice cries in ecstacy, whose form goes even beyond our own imaginings.

The hardest part of being a parent is to sit like a mother bird on our children’s egg of possibilities without meddling or peeling or having anything to say as the young person is allowed to go through all the painful, mysterious, unexplained and even toxic changes necessary for them to arrive at their true form.


somewhat later when the harshness of the jealous world has taken her tenderness apart, it will be her art, her poetry, her desire to be seen as someone who “sees” that will reassemble her into a real person with a grief-tempered joy in one eye and a fierce compassion in the other.


Though at some point your daughter’s desire may drive her, like the Tall Girl speaking beautiful words to her short, unseen lover, to read the poems of thirteenth century, ecstatic Persians out loud to the lonely walls of her bedroom in secret hopes that some lover would mistake her for God and come in through the eaves, it could be that somewhat later when the harshness of the jealous world has taken her tenderness apart, it will be her art, her poetry, her desire to be seen as someone who “sees” that will reassemble her into a real person with a grief-tempered joy in one eye and a fierce compassion in the other.

Like it or not, a million moltings occur in a fully lived life, and the story says that all the fights, conniving, fleeing, crying, dying, grief and confusion are the tangled roots of the tree of life upon whose branches our adulthood must come to fruition.”

~ Martin Prechtel, The Disobedience of the Daughter of the Sun, pp. 86-87

(A secret: it’s really all the same Story.)