About Sterling

When Sterling was 3 years old, her parents packed everything they owned into storage, put a roof rack on their ‘66 VW Bug and spent three months driving with her across the US and Canada. She’s been a nomad ever since. She’s lived in El Salvador, Guatemala, Canada, England, Scotland, Israel and several states in the US. Every place is a new spirit to get acquainted with, fall in love with, or struggle with. Her path within Druidry is a spiritual dance of learning the relationships of all the people, human and otherwise, in the context of place. She has a collection of short stories, The Imaginary City and Other Places, which you can read on Kindle or in paperback.

A Tale of Hospital Spirits

Hospital Hall

When I think of hospitals, I usually think of broken bones or mild concussions, ice skating accidents and bumps from falls of a bicycle. Most of the time, the hospital is where we go to get fixed up. But hospitals are strange places, where death is just as familiar as life, and no matter how hard the doctors and nurses fight, sometimes a life just slips away.The small town hospital where my mother went for a scheduled surgery last week is a busy and bustling place during the weekdays. It's … [Read more...]

De-Colonizing Ourselves So We Can Help Others

A white woman flies over the American West, white settlers following her, Native Americans fleeing in front.

Today I read an article that made me steaming mad. It was predictable that it would upset me. My co-worker shared it with me telling me how much it angered her. Of course, I had to look. The article was all about how we need to stop encouraging people in less developed countries to be entrepreneurs and teach them instead to be factory workers. Because profit. The argument was that entrepreneurs in developing countries aren't going to make that much money if they just serve the other poor people … [Read more...]

Finding Identity In The Directions

Orca Scultpture in New Westminster, BC, Canada

I stood outside on the balcony at my friend's apartment, facing North. I began to sing a wordless tune, a devekut niggun. I pulled all the contents out of a little red bag that had once held a bottle of wine, probably as a gift from one person to another, but that now holds my pipe. A roll of green cloth. A bag of tobacco. A book of matches. I put each of these things on a chair, the only flat surface available to serve as an altar of sorts in this spot. I unrolled the green cloth carefully on … [Read more...]

Sitting On This Speck Of Dust In The Cosmos

Starry night sky with two astronomical observatories in the foreground.

I didn't post on A Sense of Place yesterday. I wanted to, I really did, but there was nothing at all I could say that wasn't just a rehash of my personal struggle with belonging. This isn't the blogging that I used to do. I used to write about connection and learning from the voices in a place. Before Patheos I wrote about the seasons and the plants in Israel. Now, I fight my personal demon of loneliness and disconnection and I find my writing tiresome.Not that writing is tiresome. The idea … [Read more...]

The Scythe… Harvest And Death

Scythe against hedge" by Richard New Forest - Own work. Licensed under CC BY-SA 3.0 via Wikimedia Commons.

The summer has been hot and mostly dry in Seattle. The front lawn at the house where I've been staying has grown tall with grass, clover and plantain. The backyard is full of wild oats, dandelions and more plantain. A few three foot tall thistle plants grace the edges of the yard and one giant fennel plant stands about 6 feet tall near the side door. As I sit outside in the shade thinking, I dream of scything the whole lot.It's not that I don't like these plants. Quite the contrary. I love … [Read more...]

Buying Land

This nomad is dreaming about a small piece of land she can call home. All the other attempts at making a home seem to have failed so far, but a girl keeps hoping. Beyond that, a string of personal events that are on the horizon of the timeline require a place that can be called "home", an address that is both legal residence and actual physical space where family members can live. And, sure, I could just rent an apartment, but having found a place that I can buy for about the cost of first and … [Read more...]

A San Francisco Girl Contemplates New York

Colorful New York

New York is an amazing place. I was born and raised in the San Francisco Bay Area, and I'll freely admit that I have something of a prejudice against anything on the East Coast of the US. In my mind I imagine that everyone and everything on the East Coast is a caricature of the worst stuff you see in TV and movies. I expect people in suits who are oblivious to their own privilege and the suffering of others and I expect the rest of the population to be kind of hard and unfriendly. What I've … [Read more...]


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