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Earthquake … Hail … Eclipse … Oh My!
I’m making PASSIONATE LOVE to her. The floor starts shaking and the pictures catapult themselves off the walls. Being the always HUMBLE person that I am, I’m thinking to myself “damn – I AM good!” Continue reading
Posted in Adventure, Nature, Outdoors, Party, Sexuality, Travel, Uncategorized
Tagged Adventure, Algeria, Bedroom skills, Earthquake, earthquakes, Oran, Passionate Love
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I Was with My Mother the Moment She Left Her Body
My mother, Ann “Buddy” Waldenberg Miller, passed away 32 years ago on August 29th 1989. My mother passed in 1989, 32 years ago, from an inoperable brain tumor — and/or from the highly toxic chemicals they pumped into her body … Continue reading
Posted in Life Cycle, Memories, Ritual, Sexuality, Uncategorized, Women
Tagged Brain Tumor, Brownies, Butcher, Butcher shop, Death, Death of mother, Death ritual, Dyslexia, Flash Cards, Funeral, Grieving, Internalized antisemitism, Jewish tradition, Lesbian, Mother/daughter, Rememberance, Shabbas, Smoke Gets In Your Eyes, The "N" Word, Twins, UNICEF, Waldenberg family, Yiddish
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Dreams: The Perilous Ledge – The Steel Door
I felt trapped. But as I approached the first heavy thick door, I simply allowed my mind to believe that I could penetrate it. I had in that brief moment of approach to the barrier a meta-awareness” that my belief controlled my options – and as I allowed that thought to become a realization, my body went in-between the metal elements of the door, breaking itself up, but without losing my “self” as I emerged out the other side.
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Posted in Dreams, Shamanism, Spirituality
Tagged Chanting, Dreams, Drumming, Shamanism, Trees
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Not Just a Walk in the Park
We head down the mountain as we came, following the well-marked trail, forgetting about the bald mountain and everything wrong with humanity and just appreciating the leaves and flowers and bird song. Also I’d better not let my mind drift off because I need to pay special attention to my footing to make sure I don’t slip on a leaf or trip on the true roots that crisscross the path. One false move and I’m on my ass – and, I remind myself as I twist my ankle slightly, I’m here alone without cell phone reception … I don’t even want to think about what that might do to my ability to descend safely. Continue reading
Posted in Adventure, Outdoors
Tagged Adirondack Mountains, Arthritis, Deaf Dogs, Disability, Getting Lost, Global Warming, Great Dane, Hiking, Mountain Trails, Native American LInguistics, Native American Philosophy, Native American Religion, Nature, Pain, Relationships, Strip mining
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Brooklyn to the Adirondacks for a Shamanic Mother’s Day Dance in the Spirit World
If I stand in a particular position, with my feet apart firmly planted, my arms slightly away from my body, hands facing downward with my fingers relaxed down and wrists just a bit higher, I can feel doves lifting my wrists with invisible strings. As I raise my head erect and proud, I feel a falcon sitting atop my head staring fiercely, proudly forward. Continue reading
Posted in Nature, Shamanism, Spirituality
Tagged Adirondacks, Brooklyn, Chanting, Dancing, Death, Ghost Dance, Lake Champlain, Lefe After Death, Mother Earth, Mothers Day, Native American, Sandra Ingerman, Shamanism, Spirit Guides, Sprituality
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Thank you Mr. Rosamelia!
Despite the pain and panic at my inability to breathe, my ferocity took over. Like a Wild Child, I grasped the edges of the two desks standing between us and flung them helter-skelter to opposite sides of the classroom, where they thundered into the walls. The boy ran licitly-split out of the classroom, and I, now at full speed, chased him – and came bashing, smack dab into the formidable belly of my over 6 foot tall teacher, Mr. Rosamelia.
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Birth. Death. Shit. Life.
But when I was there by V’s side, watching the crown of her tiny baby’s head emerge from her birth canal; the wet, bloody, hairy head, followed by a plop of mushy perfectly-formed little baby-body oozing out, still connected via a thick flat white and blood-red umbilical cord … I was astounded, awed – intimately connected – and, surprisingly, the blood didn’t bother me at all. Continue reading
Posted in Life Cycle, Personal Achievement, Uncategorized, Women
Tagged Birth, Childbirth, Death, Devotion, Stacey Ragan, Violain Lenior, Witnessing Birth
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September 11th – Celebration of Life “Be-In”
On September 11th 2011 I produced the Celebration of Life “Be-In” as an alternative way for local artists and community to acknowledge, process and transcend, via ritual, the events of 911. While I am horrified by the tragedy and its aftermath which claimed many thousands of innocent lives and still impacts worldwide events – I think it is essential not only to mourn those who have been lost but to make a conscious choice to go on living, loving and celebrating life so we who envision a better world will have the strength and courage to actualize that vision. Imagine peace – work for justice! Continue reading
Posted in Brooklyn Community, Dance, Handmade Crafts, Judith Z. Miller in the Media, Multimedia, Music, Performance, Photography, Spirituality, Uncategorized, Video, Visual Art, Women
Tagged 9/11, Celebration of LIfe! "Be-In", Free September 11th Events, Frisner Augustin, Healing Ritual, Imagine Peace - work for Justice, Judith Z. Miller, Mauri, Park Slope Brooklyn, Sticks & Stones, Tree Art
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