alchemy of prana

If I mention the word radical, what comes to mind? What do you see or feel?

It was the shells. They were too thin. The Eagle chicks were not surviving their way into this world.

One of the barebones of the ceremony to which we align and were brought into as budding guides is that there are no rules to ceremony–-no...

We stood in the darkened night, moon conjoined with planet over the vast snowfield as the snowy mountain looked upon us from the far...