By Way Of Introduction

First snow of autumn. Maine 2014.

I look at all my friends in the sky, and to all the energies in the forest around me. I hail them, lifting my drinking horn full of mead — a sweet, traditional mead that I brewed with local honey, fresh maple sap instead of the wild spring water I normally use, wild chaga, and wild staghorn sumac — and pour an offering to the ground, saying words that have become familiar to many of us in Maine and beyond:

From the Gods, to the Earth, to Us;
From Us, to the Earth, to the Gods.
A gift for a gift. [Read more...]

What Watches As We Laugh?

Southern Live Oak, with Moss.

To think of land spirits as only passive victims of our rage and human endeavors is to paint them as static, unfeeling, and uncurious beings, without much agency. If they notice when we humans are at our worst, why would they not also notice when we are at our best? [Read more...]

This Tiresome Place

There are places where humans still stop to chat, without looking at a watch or worrying that they might be late to something … somewhere … because the person standing in front of them is the now. There are places where nectar and marrow are still sucked by everyone, not just a wealthy few. There are places that don’t make me so tired, that don’t require me to fight, always fight, just to live my life. [Read more...]

Ferguson is a Forest

aaron

What if you weren’t allowed in a forest? How Private Property and Spirits of Place apply to Ferguson, Missouri [Read more...]

Not The Thanksgiving You Were Looking For

A couple nights ago I lay in bed not quite falling asleep while thinking about the just-announced grand jury decision in the Michael Brown killing in Ferguson, MO and I decided that I needed to write a Thanksgiving post with all the things that you can’t really say you are thankful for because they are [Read More...]

A fond farewell

Rainbow over home

Together, we create this sense of place. [Read more...]

When Technology Forces Us To Leave Space For Nature

Image by Mathew Rutledge. CC by-non commercial

As I approached the forest last week, I remembered that the reason it exists there is because of a sort of exclusion zone in the middle of the city. I didn’t know at the time the full extent of that exclusion zone. I only knew about the high tension electric lines strung up on kachina dolls overhead. No one wants to live under that. And yet we can’t live the lives we live without the power that they bring. [Read more...]


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