by Ivette Ebaen
A Recipe For Haiku On a frosty Saturday morning, Galway wakes to the bustle of traffic and the food market vendors setting up shop. cider in glass jars… listening to men speaking in tongues Tourists and residents parade the sidewalks while canoe-ers canoe the rapids of Galway’s canal. river run, down-stream the paddle of blue and orange By 11:30 am street… Read More
by Ivette Ebaen
Haiku Haiku poems consist of no more than two images written in very few words. Tiny poems recited in the present tense, emotional yet never sentimental, without the use of rhyme or metaphor. Contemplative haiku experiences, when they arise, are as spontaneous as they are unpredictable. Arising in relationship to nature, haiku maintain their purity, mystery and delight, because what arises is captured in… Read More
January 11, 2017 + Archives, featured, Guest Artists
by Ivette Ebaen
Archetypal Zeus: A Force to Reckon With Amirrorself.com: Welcome Zeus. Thank you for taking the time from your archetypal rein to describe how you manifest in our lives. Can you shed some light on what makes you an archetype to reckon with? Zeus: I may be an archetype to reckon with, but do not confuse my energy with that of my brother Warrior. Amirrorself.com:… Read More
January 11, 2017 + Archives, featured, Reflections of A Golden I
by Ivette Ebaen
Reflections Of A Golden I After the holidays and the world is getting over its hangover, January rolls in as dismal as the weather. What to do to keep from falling into the depths of depression after the gangs all gone and you find yourself alone? Which reminds me how vigorously I had to practice, not to fall into the pit of depression while… Read More
January 3, 2017 + Archives, Articles, featured, Reflections of A Golden I, SoulCollage
by Ivette Ebaen
Four decades ago when I lived in New York, green and ripe right out of college, the haven I called my own was housed in a cigar box. Home then was a one-room studio, a hotplate and a hand basin served as a kitchen. Having spent my day filing invoices for a company on the Lower Eastside, I’d come home, flip open the lid of… Read More
