Susan William's tells the truth about Robin William's death to People's Magazine, with one of my photos showing the love between them. 

The lens helps me get under the skin, so to speak, of pretense and postures, all the ways we hide, and touch the trembling aliveness within.

On writing Seeing Red and the evolution of both story and author over time. 

Bold and bare balloon ladies bring levity to the quest for freedom... 

A fascination with the light drew me to black and white photography...

After 20 years I've returned to my Nordic roots. I feel like a stranger in a strange land... 

What the painted lady knew, and I had yet to learn. 

In 2009 I returned to Nepal to complete the pilgrimage that started a decade earlier, at Mt. Kailas in Tibet, and pay tribute to Kali.

All my adventures and creative projects have been ignited by a magical element that, at first, made no sense.

My initiator stood before me in a long purple velvet rope, her hands grasping the ornate handle of a kickass sword.

I'm in flight school, learning to navigate the bumpy rides of the interim, where you have not yet left the old and not yet seen the new.

Walking the tightrope of transition, remembering fear is only one breath away from excitement. 

Full and ripe, the moon bathed the earth in a dark, gentle light, lending a luminous silkiness to everything. And there, right in front of me, the sacred mountain, Illuminated, Sublime."

I'm getting a lot of questions regarding publishing my book Seeing Red. I hope my musings help you find your way with publishing. 

Sexual is possibly, an unlikely descriptor of this ancient, spiritually rich place, but to me, its fecundity is ubiquitous, blasting my senses wide open."

I’m visiting my brother in Jakarta, amidst a congested, concrete jungle of 20 million people, to many of whom social life is enacted in opulent, many-stored, air-cooled malls with more shiny objects than your heart can possibly desire and where 5+ hours a day in traffic is normal. Incredible wealth co-exists with wild poverty and bad city planning, and still, everyone’s striving for more.

Dalai Lama flattered many of us, when he declared that Western Woman will save the world. Why didn’t I clap my hands gleefully? Because I felt an ancient fury rise from my gut.