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...]

Where They May Be Found: Arianrhod

Pond_in_a_forest_clearing_bgiu

"We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars."--Oscar Wilde In What Earth Sees of Sky I was once told by a man in a dream to look for the gods in the rain, and what's in-between the rain. But I don't meet Arianrhod in the rain, but what's before and what's after.A decade ago I began staring at puddles again. Ever done this? Since you were a kid, I mean, playing in the little lakes upon stone, pooling water from rains standing still as glass until you stomp them? … [Read more...]

Amsterdam

Image of an Amsterdam canal From Wikipedia. Click for original.

This is my second trip to the Netherlands in just over a month. I sit outside smoking an American Spirit cigarette and contemplating the energy here. Water. Flow. Movement, but not necessarily to anywhere or from anywhere.Crossing the street is terrifying at times. I step away from the safety of the sidewalk into the bike zone, hoping that a fast moving cyclist doesn't appear out of no where to bowl me over. I reach the car zone and fast-walk across the lane before I reach the tram tracks. … [Read more...]

Where They May Be Found: Brân

CC: Steven Kevill

This is the first part of a five part series on the places I've found the gods.  You might find them here, too, or maybe not.  I don't know.  But it's where I've seen them, felt them, heard them, and found my entire being shaken by their existence.  They're other places too, of course.  And I'll admit--I don't know if they show up because we look for them, or if we look for them because they're about to show up.While Trying to Go To A Shrine I'm walking home from work.  It's a bit chill, e … [Read more...]

Infinity in the palm of your hand

Helix Nebula, from Jet Propulsion Laboratory NASA

“To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour.”  -  William BlakeWhat is a sense of place, anyway? What place?  I tend to focus on the human scale, most of the time, as most of us do.  But the universe is a place.  Your body is also a place.  To a mitochondrion, a cell is a world, and you are a vast, unimaginable universe.  (Thank you, Madeleine L'Engle.)  Less poetically, but still true, to the myriads of m … [Read more...]

The language of birds

Three house finches at a bird feeder

I'd love to be camping right now, somewhere nice and inaccessible, but the fact is I must be on a computer, earning my paycheck. I am fortunate however in that I can work from the comfort of a screened-in back porch with a lake view.  It also has a view of my bird feeder.  I am a big fan of finding the sacred wherever you are, and I was on a futon with a laptop, grading.  If I must sit still for a long period of time, and look up every time a movement catches my eye an … [Read more...]

Feeling Out of Place

Rainbow Over Glasgow

Last week I started to write a post, and then I abandoned it. It didn't feel right. I couldn't say what I wanted to say about my ambivalent relationship with technology, especially where it intersects with issues of Spirit. I dropped the post, half written and never completed it, thinking that I was only stuck because of the topic that I'd decided to write about. Today, after hours of hemming and hawing about what to write today, I realize that I'm stuck for a far deeper reason. It's hard to … [Read more...]


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