Elements of Nature

Here I am. I feel you on my skin. I feel your power, but rather than overwhelming me, it is energizing me. I feel the cold air blowing through the hair on my body. I feel the moisture condensing on my skin, and the fire of my breath blowing its being back at the storm. I stand, barefoot, in the same spot long enough to feel all the snow underneath melt away, until finally my bare feet are once again directly on the earth. [Read more…]

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By Way Of Introduction

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…]

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Ferguson is a Forest

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

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A fond farewell

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

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When Technology Forces Us To Leave Space For Nature

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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Meeting With The Gods and Spirits

How do I tell you a story without telling you the whole story? I’m good at that “Dare” thing, but not very good at the “Keep Silent” thing. Except that this time I was told to hold some things back. Some of the story I can share, and some I cannot. Maybe its because of [Read More…]

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After the Storm, The Mushrooms Arrive

Every little thing distracts me as I walk. The sound of a bird alert warning others of my presence. Another bird alert farther away that might be about my friend’s cat who has been known to track me on my hikes. My attention shifts from the forest canopy down to the floor. Oh! And what’s this? [Read more…]

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