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About Blue Eagle Dreamer

Shamanic High Priestess and facilitator of empowerment and healing circles for girls and women, including a monthly Red Tent Temple. BA in English, minor in anthropology. Waldorf homeschool mom. Reiki master, cranial sacral therapist, herbalist, menstruvist, feminist, epicurian.

Chia Fauxgurt

6 strawberries 2 Tbsp chia seeds 1/2 can coconut cream (not the liquid) 1 tsp honey 1 banana Blend in a nutribullet or powerful blender. Chill.

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Dreams of Egypt

Last night I dreamed that I was a temple priestess. I was in Egypt, wearing soft, white robes and a headpiece or mask representing the head of a black cat. Clearly, I was in the Temple of Bast. As in … Continue reading

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A Old Story about Demeter and Poseidon

A few days ago I read a beautiful story about this goddess, this god, and they way in which they created children together. Today I cannot find it and so, am going to retell it in my own words, hoping … Continue reading

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GAPS, Paleo, Primal Eating and the Challenge (because I did not feel like cooking!)

For 7 weeks I’ve been eating what is pretty purely the GAPS diet. No grains, starches or sugar other than honey. This all began as a way, I hoped, to help my sickies: my husband and my oldest daughter. However, … Continue reading

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One Photo of the Inside of Our Red Tent

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Train of Thought: Heavy Cream

It’s 2012. Less than a month before the world ends. Do I believe that? Well, I’m not sure. Honestly, I am a little bit concerned. I don’t want the world to end. I don’t want electricity to end. I want … Continue reading

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Oh wait, there it is, the rage I couldn’t find the other night, growling into my pillow, crying frustration, pain, betrayal but not rage. The rage was in absentia. Not now. Here, wishing dead someone who has hurt my children, … Continue reading

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