Abuse, Trauma and Cults
47 years ago I was at the end of a month in the wilderness planting trees, living communally, reading Krishnamurti and smoking way too much cannabis when something snapped. I wound…
47 years ago I was at the end of a month in the wilderness planting trees, living communally, reading Krishnamurti and smoking way too much cannabis when something snapped. I wound…
This morning I remembered an old saying that gives me hope during chaotic times, "Not a thousand armies can oppose an idea whose time has come." This saying comes back…
"Messenger" © 2016 by Richard Welker Like millions of people around the world, I have been fixated on the coronavirus pandemic. I have watched in outrage at the refusal of…
Moose Dreaming Recently I have been on hyper alert following the progress of the catastrophic fires in New South Wales, Australia. My daughter and her husband are directly in the path…
Wake Up Call This last year I’ve been acutely aware of the fact that I’m aging. What was effortless yesterday is not so easy now. My skin has alarming wrinkles,…
There are nights when I awaken at 3:00 am full of anxiety and concern about what is happening to us. Can we even survive the ordeal we are engaged in…
Path To The Heart These days I wake up in the dark, nightmares of people gone mad, throwing dogs and cats into bonfires, proclaiming murder the will of God. When I was a kid…
I’ve been making phone calls lately, encouraging people here in New Mexico, USA to vote, especially for candidates who support policies on public lands that encourage the growth of renewable…
Like so many Americans who witnessed Christine Blasey Ford give testimony of her abuse, I found myself mesmerized and triggered by the proceedings. I was horrified at the way…
I turned 72 this summer, my wife turned 74. She’s a writer and I’m an artist. Together we are elders. We have reached the last phase of our lives. In July…