In 1925, Huston married his high school sweetheart, Dorothy Harvey, and also took his first professional stage bow with a leading role off-Broadway entitled “The Triumph of the Egg.” He made his Broadway debut that same year with “Ruint” and followed that with another Broadway show, “Adam Solitaire,” the following…

Inside my empty bottle I was constructing a lighthouse while all the others were making ships. — Charles Simic What does your lighthouse look like? How do you keep it lit? How would you live if you knew that every decision you make impacts everyone and everything on the planet…

We all have a spiritual calling, we all have been ordained by the Ancestors and Mother Earth to manifest a positive reality. We must be the ones who the Ancestors talked about in their prophecies, for it is the eighth fire that burns within us in this sacred circle. The…

“Not to know one’s true identity is to be a mad, disensouled thing — a golem. And, indeed, this image, sickeningly Orwellian, applies to the mass of human beings now living in the high-tech industrial democracies. Their authenticity lies in their ability to obey and follow mass style changes that…

He cupped his hands around the plant and blew gently into it. Then he looked up at me. “It’s sick,” he explained, pointing at the leaves. “It was healthy yesterday,” he added, “when we came along this trail.” He stood up. “We have to report this to the elders.” I…

“The Universe is full of magical things — patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats * “You have to get a picture in your mind about why a person is saying what he’s saying on the instrument, cause it kind of gives you an idea of…

“Many people are being dragged toward wholeness in their daily lives, but because they do not understand initiation rites, they cannot make sense of what is happening to them. They are being presented with the possibility of rebirth into a different life. Through failures, symptoms, inferiority feelings and overwhelming problems…

The Moon And Your Story From the moment their car pulled out of the driveway, Mika started crying. I knew exactly what to do. She had her own lullaby, and I hummed it to her, because it didn’t have words and it always made her smile. She was still screaming…

…the soul does not respond to iciness, but rather warmth…. When writers, for example, feel dry, dry, dry, they know that the way to become moist is to write. But if they’re locked in ice, they won’t write. There are painters who are gasping to paint, but they’re telling themselves…