The Day a City Went Dark, and I Was Given Light

Yeah, I know. It’s seems out of season. But this is such a powerful, honest piece of writing from Samara that I need everybody to enjoy stumbling upon it as much as I did… Grace comes in the most unexpected moments, and our lives can change forever…

A Buick in the Land of Lexus



Kids – who needed them?

They drained your bank account. Destroyed your dreams. Sucked the life right out of you.

Every time I saw an overzealous mommy delirious over her mewling poop machine, I knew it HAD to be an act.

I was living in New York City – the epicenter of EVERYTHING. I milked that shiz like Bernie Madoff at a Ponzi scheme party.

I hobnobbed with pseudo celebrities. My love life was restricted to musicians or DJs, because life outside the velvet rope was not worth living.

Saturday nights – dress to wicked perfection and head out at midnight.  Nothing fabulous starts in Manhattan before 12.

Sunday mornings, I put on my shoebox-sized sunglasses and walked out of a club into pink hued dawn. Stepped meticulously over crack vials and used condoms and went out for mimosas.

Taking care of ME was a full-time job.  Plants died in my…

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About Running Elk

My given native name, Running Elk, was bestowed in 2008 as I took my first steps as a fully fledged Medicine Man of the Zuni tradition. A most unlikely candidate for the role, my journey as a healer began some four years prior. The detour onto the shamanic way was most unexpected, yet has been one of the most rewarding challenges to date.
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