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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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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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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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