Memoir writing is very Aquarian.
Aquarius, the water-bearer
pours the water
back from a container
into the free-flowing stream.
Mēm in Hebrew means water
Moi is French for me
Mem-moi: water me
Moi-mem: I water myself.
How do you know
—until you water yourself
—if you can bear it?
Nancy Wait
How’s Your Shift Coming Along?
(A dialogue between me and myself, posted by I.)
Me: How’s your shift coming along?
Myself: Very well, thank you. And how is yours?
Me: Oh, mine is just great! Thank you for asking! I’ve been wanting to tell someone. So many new things are happening. It all seems to be happening at [...]
Introducing Nancie, who lived with me from 1971 until 1977 and who I appreciate (now in hindsight) very dearly. For she was as brave as she was young, as foolish as she was fearless. I must never forget her.
Anyway, I can’t. The internet won’t let me. So, I have decided to embrace her.
I didn’t really [...]
Update on Going Deaf in One Ear – link
I am coming up to my fifth anniversary of going deaf in my left ear, a totally unexpected occurrence on Groundhogs Day 2005. I woke up that morning with a strange ringing in my ear and shortly afterwards realized I couldn’t hear in my left ear. [...]
Sometime earlier this year, I don’t remember exactly when, I began hearing a voice from inside that said, “I’ve got you.”
I’ve got you.
What a wonderful feeling it gave me, knowing that I was being held. Knowing, that someone had me, and wouldn’t let me fall.
I don’t actually remember having a fear of falling; it was [...]
Poem by Leticia G. Dominguez
All the Angels from above
Be with me now in light and love
Reveal to me what I should know
As I go within and let life flow.
In love and light, love and light, love and light…
Goddess of both earth and sky
Be with me now as I fly
With your light along my way
Watch over [...]
Sometimes it doesn’t matter who says it, as long as you hear the words. They can even be spoken by a stranger. An angel dressed up like a man who was sprinting up the subway steps like the man I saw yesterday.
First, a little background. I live in the city. I walk everywhere. Even if [...]
Numbers are vibrations. We may know intellectually that all is vibration, yet it is sometimes difficult to imagine this. Our material world appears to be solid, yet all is in movement, there is a harmony or disharmony, and everything vibrates and ripples with life, even the most solid stationary objects like rocks. Numerology is the [...]
Cosmic Portraits
The idea for this kind of portrait came to me early last spring right after my Spirit Fire Ceremony on the Gold Ring, which was a journey, a process, and an opportunity to be in deeper contact with my higher self and my creativity. I was calling them Galactic Portraits then. I hadn’t [...]
Who Is Dreaming Who?
In becoming multi-dimensional we connect to past lives.
In this lifetime I have very specifically connected to a young girl of eleven who was killed in World War II. Exactly 33 years after her death, almost to the day, I had a dream experience that almost exactly mirrored her death. As any [...]
Psyche did it in a day, but that’s mythology for you. For me, it took years, this business of sorting. Years of mining the past, re-treading my footsteps and following the trails of my missteps as well as the ones which guided me to happier results. It was a process of gathering, of growing memory [...]
It has all been said before; I offer no new insights, just my personal experience.
10 Things I learned about Mother Love when I had a child:
1- I would give my life to save my child without even thinking
2- Unconditional love is real and possible
3- Until my child was old enough to care for himself, [...]
Excerpt from Girl Under Water
a memoir
Dark Before Dawn
I didn’t wake up until I let go of my life. Until I was ready to die, and then really did die, in a dream. I had to dream of death in order to feel alive again. Die in order to live. Destroy who I was [...]
The mystery was who am I?
His job was to find out.
He came to me in dreams.
In the first dream he wore a Sherlock Holmes costume. That was so I would know he was the top detective, the best detective in the world. He was dressed as a detective, but he was really my own inner [...]
(watercolor by NW 2009)
Mariette and I share the same birthday
the first of December, eleven years apart.
One-one and an eleven
11:11, symbol of the Gateway.
Born before the war, Mariette was Jewish
one of the Hidden Children of the Holocaust.
I was born after the war, half-Jewish
conceived in revenge for the Holocaust.
She remembers surviving,
I had dreams of dying.
Her identity was [...]
How could I write about my art and not put an “H” in front of the word “art”? “H” for (H)art, bridging heart and mind, creates a bridge to the soul. The letter “H” even looks like a bridge. And where would my work be without heart? Without soul? [...]