When the heather blooms: the end of summer

Heather (Calluna vulgaris) by John Haslam

I do my best to appreciate the land as it is, today, through all of the seasons. Sometimes I sing about it; sing to it. It helps move the energy of the season through me; it helps me to settle into how things are, not how I would wish them to be. [Read more...]

Where They May Be Found: The Dead

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The Dead are never far away. Sixth in the series, “Where They May Be Found.” [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...]

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 [Read More...]

When water is cut off: from Cochabamba to Detroit, by way of my bathroom

Spring water catch box

We all need water, but we are not all in control of our water supply. [Read more...]

The Common Riding: Langholm’s Great Day

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As Pagans, we are often used to thinking of traditions linking people to seasons and to land as ancient and lost, not contemporary, living things. Langholm Common Riding, and other traditions like it give the lie to this idea. [Read more...]


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