Shakti — the force that animates, tenderly fierce, the wild mother girl crone wonder woman. It’s one of my Core Desired Feelings. Calling on the Divine Feminine. For you… Tap into this playlist and let your SHAKTI rise…
Music
Playlist: Friends Forever
New Friends Forever playlist. Heart melter.
Playlist: Divine & Spiraling Outward
Longing to be lifted by love… into the slip stream… to the white light… and back to the elemental truth? Then get THIS playlist going. I’m starting to compile mixes according to Core Desire Feelings. This one’s all for DIVINE.
Music Playlist: Stand on the edge of light.
Music is sonic light. I worship at the altar of lyric and rhythm. And light. So this playlist gives me particular pleasure to present to you. More to come.
goddess feature: saraswati, rocking the creativity
Years ago in Santa Fe, my friend Navjit and I went to a gathering for Guru Karunamayi. New Mexico is to gurus what New York is to rock stars–they all pass through eventually. So catching a Hindi lecture on a Friday night and then heading to the club was par for the course. So there we were in our leather pants and Timberlands, gold eyeshadow and Betty Paige bangs… in lotus position…
hot song: help i’m alive, metric
if my life is mine
what shouldn’t I do?
I get wherever I’m going
I get whatever I need
while the blood’s still flowing
hot song: something beautiful, sinead o’connor
This is off Sinead’s set, Theology. It’s a love song to life, to God {with a bit of unfortunate bitterness, but just don’t sing at those parts if you don’t want to.} I’d like to sing it, maybe with a funky back beat, to the world. I want to make something beautiful, don’t you?
hot song: an american prayer
This is some seriously poetic shit. It’s another late night tune. The whole American Prayer album is a drunken trip on truth. Even though it’s soaked with sixties’ sensibilities, there’s something sublimely timeless about this record. I adore it.
break dancing and love in your veins
Love pumping through my veins? Wow. I feel the pump when I nail a white hot paragraph. When I pick my kid up at the airport. The rare times I ride horses. But it’s occurred to me that love rushing through my system is as physical as it sounds.
