Final Dispatch from this Field

It's Time to close this Oz chapter and start another. Personally I've enjoyed having this little space on the internet to express, to share, to chronicle experiences for myself and anyone interested in following along. But the fact is, as cool as this Oz project is and was, it's time to re-frame, re-prioritize and re-new the creative space in which I express. This Oz project (and accidental book / podcast) was the capstone project to secure my Masters degree back in 2016. I feel like I've evolved out of staying in this lane and it's time to move on to another place in the wider Field. The creative energy (shakti) in my heart and blood and breath is far bigger than what can be contained within this Oz narrative. That said, I sincerely thank the Oz narrative because that's where my creative instrument name Aurah comes from!  I'm eternally grateful for my Oz Home. 

I don't express much social media much (sorry/not-sorry!) and I'm currently not doing big, cool projects out in the community like I used to. I'm still around of course and ironically I'm even more well known than ever before out in the big world because I yammer on the radio a lot, I'm on TV fairly often and I still have a community presence to make a real difference in the world thanks to my day job (which I love, by the way). But then being "well-known" has never been the goal, so whatever. Authentic, intimate, heart-opening expression that's interesting to consume is the goal. 

And to be clear, this website isn't going anywhere. The Oz podcast will remain here for anyone who wants to dive in and listen to the most personal shit I've ever shared, ever. This website and all the things written and recorded here will remain here. (As long as I'm willing and able to pay all the hosting and domain name fees I suppose.) And in case you were worried, fear not, I'll pop back up because that's my style. I've been writing in little corners of the internet for decades. In fact the architecture for a new Home is already underway.  In that spirit, I leave this space I've held very gently for the last few years in bittersweet peace with a couple of things...

First, a quote by Tennessee Williams, a beautiful reminder in challenging times:

The world is violent and mercurial - it will have its way with you. We are saved only by love - love for each other and the love that we pour into the art we feel compelled to share: being a parent; being a writer; being a painter; being a friend. We live in a perpetually burning building, and what we must save from it, all the time, is love.

And second, a poem/song by me: 
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What’s my name?
How will I know?
That I am love
And I’m here to grow?

I hear my name
And that’s how I know
That I am love
And I’m here to grow

I know my name
I know yours too
I shine with Light
And you shine too

Here we are
With nothing to do
But lean on love
And see it through

Here we go
And there we are
Shine on love
Shine on stars

When I am Home
The sun still shines
The moon still glows
And the stars align

​May it be so.