This is the first installment in my new project of sharing writing from the past 10–15+ years in order to clean out my proverbial closets and make space for new work. I wrote this in 2014, and am offering it now without alteration in case its medicine still resonates.

It’s pretty normal to feel “crazy” these days. To tell ourselves and each other stories about how nothing makes sense and it’s been so hard for so long and everything’s so stressful and there are so many challenges, so many. Sure, maybe this was true for a long while. And…


They moved about the land on their slow-moving wind-winding pedalpods, reading all the books that had ever been written. When they finished reading all the books, they built great, arching, free-standing structures of them: spiraling, turreted, wild architectural achievements, intricate whimsical cloisters of tomes, hand-done, and the breeze blowing through.

One could breathe wonderfully, there. “Don’t forget to share!” mothers said to the young, then the elders said “share everything,” then later it didn’t need to be said. When babies were born they learned from example, and their cells learned, and they grew up knit strong to the ground, connections…


Every place I’ve never been is either
good or bad. This way lies happiness,
this way, sorrow. But aren’t we within
interwoven reality? My head wants to relinquish
the reins of the rest of this animal body
Can we trust each other to ride the right way?

Sometimes I wonder if there’s any other way
than the way it is right now. Either
I fight with my body
or I don’t. There’s happiness.
So why’s it so hard to relinquish
The hitting of paw against paw, the fight within

my ribs? Or is it the sound of my soft heart…


we are free to receive
the world we dream
free to release
what’s been in the way

feel the world
earth healed
oceans forests animals humans all beings
in full bright thriving

it is a myth that war is required
in order to experience joy
it is a myth
to need that contrast

breathe out old smoke and clutter
breathe deep deep into every cell and interior corner
breathe in the complete story of your fullest brightest dream
breathe in the absolute knowing that it’s already arrived

breathe in that beautiful reality
like sun rising spilling light everywhere
into every crevice
into…


we are free to receive
the world we dream
free to release
what’s been in the way

feel the world
earth healed
oceans forests animals humans all beings
in full bright thriving

it is a myth that war is required
in order to experience joy
it is a myth
to need that contrast

breathe out old smoke and clutter
breathe deep deep into every cell and interior corner
breathe in the complete story of your fullest brightest dream
breathe in the absolute knowing that it’s already arrived

breathe in that beautiful reality
like sun rising spilling light everywhere
into every crevice
into…


this was originally published on my blog in january 2011. the article referenced in the first paragraph is no longer up, so I’ve removed the link.

This morning, I read an article whose intention (it seemed) was to drum up outrage, panic, and general emotional frenzy over synthetic bacteria that BP and its partner corporations are creating to deal with oil in the Gulf. The piece played deeply into the perpetrator/victim perspective and the life-as-warfare paradigm—which, though often effective at creating political change, tend to simply reinforce fear and disempowerment. …


photo at kaua’i coast by kirsten louise webb

Our cells are engaged in a constant delirious dance — a pulsing collective absorbing releasing back-and-forth roaring group ecstasy.

Deep inside, DNA unfurls; proteins haul enormous Dionysian lipid molecules; blood cells stream through vessels like salmon in a river. The soft disks of their beings pour through us, bearing life like hordes of angels, converging in the heart. And on and on and on and on.

What does it sound like? …


Another phenomenon often accompanying the work of recovery is the mirroring of inner and outer worlds. […] Why are people in recovery prone to know this reflection of inner and outer? Recall the wholeness of the world and how its cycles and passages are continually flowing through us as “moose becomes me, and I become moose.

In a civilization virtually founded on severance from wholeness, we have little opportunity to know this reality — yet as we come into personal healing, we also come into alignment with the wholeness of the world.

—Chellis Glendinning, from My Name is Chellis and…


by TwoDD via deviantart

(originally written on November 30, 2010)

The other night I woke up to find a ghost hovering over me. It looked a little like No Face from the film Spirited Away — a white, oval mask with subtle features, soft painted designs fading in and out, a black hood and cloak. As it loomed over me, I felt it was the ghost of everything unmourned in my family, of long-gone relatives and events that still hang around and permeate day-to-day life even though I (and we) might not know it.

Many cultures believe that if one who’s passed away is…

Kirsten Louise Webb

earth listener + word weaver + composer + vocalist + ritualist + wildcrafter + multidimensional artist + agent of wild wholeness + improvising in the liminal

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