Footprints in the Muck, Blind Spots, & Seeing Past the Light

Mud season in Maine.

Mud is a messy dialogue. It is the in-between state, the parley between earth & water, ground & sky, inside & outside, soft & hard, firm & fluid. Mud season in Maine looks both backward and forward. [Read more...]

Developing a Daily Devotional Practice of Place

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For many of us, there is no choice but to re-dream the magickal practices that we will follow and that we will teach to others. We can do so in an airy way with no grounding, and our practice will be as thin as the work we put behind it, or we can use the power of aspects of our own culture — of Western science and nature studies along side myth and legend from our ancestors — to provide us with some of the tools we use for that re-dreaming. By tying your religious practice to a daily devotional activity of meeting your non-human neighbors through guides, your sit spot and nature walks, you can find that “advanced” knowledge you have been hungering for. [Read more...]

A Sense of Florida

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It’s not all silliness and Florida Man har hars. Think drug cartels, murders for hire, the Seminole wars, a young Andrew Jackson cutting his genocidal teeth, and the Army Corps of Engineers. [Read more...]

Missing The Forest

Sacred Heart

Sometimes Forests need trees to hide them. [Read more...]

Finding Identity In The Directions

Orca Scultpture in New Westminster, BC, Canada

There is a place where there are No Directions, and yet from that place spring All Directions. [Read more...]

Rites of A Winemaker

My son Noe at Rasa Winery in Walla Walla

This, he said, was an example of the rite this wine demanded, but it was only part of it. The rites of the wine include everything from how the vines are trained and trimmed to what happens in the cellar. And then the wine is passed on to the purchaser, and the responsibility to continue the rites goes to them: to keep the wine cool for storage, to let the wine breathe when first opened, to serve it appropriately. All of these things are part of the relationship between the grapes, the yeasts, and humans. [Read more...]

That Place We Keep Meeting

The Network isn’t like a Natural Spirit! It’s not like Nature. It’s not like the birds or the trees or the dirt under my feet. It’s prickly and tingly and full of electric charges. I don’t want to talk to it like that! (I squirm in my seat, adjust my sweater around me as if that will make me feel more comfortable. It doesn’t.)

“What’s unnatural about the Network?” my mentor asks.
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