Finding Land Spirits and The Fae

Catriona McDonald

Helpful tips and tricks to finding the spirits we share space with on this earth. Preliminary Steps The following precautions should be heeded when one goes searching for spirits of land.Get out of your car. Remove the roof, fill it full of soil, and plant a tree inside. Turn off your phone.  If it's too smart to be turned off, apply open flame. Pull out your headphones and smash them with a rock.  Sweep up the pieces and dispose of them properly.  If recycling facilities do not exist … [Read more...]

Under the Pavement, The Forest

Photo by Nick Graham

I have a forest:It’s not mine, of course, anymore than anything else--my clothes, my home, my words--are mine or anyone’s.It’s a forest.  A small one, towering big-leaf Maples over small stands of Alder and scattered Cedars.  A small stream bed, waiting for the relentless Seattle rains to fill its ravine with flowing life.  Salmonberry is winning in its struggle with Blackberry, Snowberries with their understated leaves standing lightly over the sturdier Oregon Grape.The Elder isn … [Read more...]

Where They May Be Found: The Dead

schedel

We die with the dying:See, they depart, and we go with them.We are born with the dead:See, they return, and bring us with them.--T.S. Eliot, Little GiddingOn the Streets of Cities They Once Walked"You guys mind if I pour some to dead?" he asked.  A stranger. Homeless, on the stoop of a church.His friend's aren't having it.  It's a waste of beer.  We're passers-by, lost in conversation.  But I'm no longer surprised by this stuff."Hey--you guys don't mind, right?"We turn.  I s … [Read more...]

Missing The Forest

Sacred Heart

I found home.At least for now.  You never quite know how things go.  Love, calamity, poverty, gentrification, fires, earthquakes...things fall apart quicker than you can ever guess.  A policeman could shoot an unarmed kid and the whole town erupts in riot because they do this all the time and they've finally had enough, and maybe the place you live gets teargassed and you have to leave.  Or maybe you could be the kid, and then you really end up having to leave, even though you'll stick aro … [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...]

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...]

Home.

Today, I was going to write a long post. About how happy I am to be home after two years of rebuilding. About what home means. About how good it feels to walk around 'our' land and know each plant and bird and critter by name. About how happy those beings seem that we're back -- the non-corporeal ones, too. (I'm sure the sweet things I left in the trees and the little "Happy to be home!" song I sang helped with the latter.)But as happy as I am, I'm surrounded by boxes, the house smells of … [Read more...]


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