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About Deborah

Deborah Jane Milton, Ph.D. is an artist, mentor, writer, mother of four, grandmother of eight. who inspires humanity's Great Turning: our evolution to living as a "whole" human, with headbrain and bodymind collaborating, with science and spirit dancing, with rationality, intuition and the ephemeral co-creating.

Human Humble

Here’s the link to the relevant article I mentioned a day ago written by Four Arrows, aka Don Trent Jacobs. It’s titled: “Anthropocentrism’s Antidote, Reclaiming our Indigenous Orientation to Non-Human Teachers.” I still haven’t found my copy of it because I … Continue reading

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Of Wolf and Salmon

Going straight to the past, I share with you, today, more from my journal written during the Spirit Bear Pilgrimage in 2002. Today, that past, seems completely present, as it probably is, still occurring there as it always has in … Continue reading

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Of Bear and Salmon

Where do the days go? Really, where??? Are they scrolled up at the edge of the world waiting for history to assess them? Have they dropped into the molten cauldron at the center of the earth or flung themselves past … Continue reading

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Of Salmon and Spider

“…Why bother worrying? It shortens living. I really do wonder why we all make such a big thing out of so many little things when all we’re doing is preparing to die anyway.” I wrote those sentences in 1986. Seventeen … Continue reading

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Bemused

My viscous cold lingers and I swear it’s starting to slow my brain down, to cover my synapses with goop and generally make a muckery of my ability to think clearly. Yesterday it seemed a wonderful idea to continue sharing … Continue reading

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Still Far from Home

Pandemonium erupts. Nurses holding me on either side, I totter to the delivery room but not before one last stop at the toilet. Agony that. It actually seems possible to me that the baby could fall into the toilet. It’s … Continue reading

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Coming Back

I begin the slow return to embracing my animal nature with the birthing process of my children. Still living in Philadelphia area, it’s the early 1960’s now. There are no natural childbirth classes yet, but there is talk of breastfeeding. … Continue reading

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To be animal . . .or not

The memory of learning that I was an animal, a mammal to be exact, still rivets me. The impact lies in my bones deeply but with a significance that’s hard to articulate. There’s a key somewhere in this memory which … Continue reading

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Being Animal

“Like night cracked open by the shout of day,” epiphanies change me from one state to another. When I was six or seven, I learned I was an animal. I’ll tell the story after I tell you about the author … Continue reading

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Tree Talk

The words below belong to my friend, Jaems, a Druid priest in CA. He replied to my recent post: Words or No  Words. Eloquent, his story, with words of course, which is partly why this is all so funny to … Continue reading

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