Wishful Ducklings

Mallard mama and ducklings

I thought I'd begin my sojourn as a writer for A Sense of Place with a bit of discussion of the particular place I find myself in now, and how I wound up here...Recently John Beckett asked "Where are you from?"  and relatedly, "where do you feel at home?"  I'm from north Georgia, just across the state line from where he grew up, and like him I find that glorious southern Appalachian landscape stays with me wherever I go.  But as for where my home is now...well, that's a story.Almost a ye … [Read more...]

Worlding the Earth

Behead Pool

On a hill in Seattle, barely hidden in a cluster of trees, there sits a small shrine. You'll see it: a pillar of wood and fabric ringed by silver bowls bearing offerings of food, dried herbs, and water. Suspended from the branches of nearby maple and oak swing icons and images, glass and metal catching and reflecting the light in sudden bronze, crimson and blue glimmer. A holy site, a place to honor an ancient goddess, the spirits of the animals she adores, the guardian spirits of the … [Read more...]

Living by the Light

With kind permission from Everyday Life Magic.

The calendar said December. My brain understood it was coming; I'd just wrapped up Thanksgiving holidays here in the US. Logically, December follows. But my body didn't believe it - and still hasn't fully embraced December. My rational, planning, organized brain lives by my paper organizer, but my body follows the weather and, more importantly, the intensity of the light.We are midway through December. I've sent out invitations to a small Solstice gathering for two weeks from now. How can … [Read more...]

Getting my feet wet

KealKill

It Begins....The road was steep, and I worried the brake would slip. I reminded myself that it held the last time I was there, which only prompted worry over the inevitable hill-start. We spilled out of the car reluctantly. It had begun to rain and the wind was fresh.  In other words—COLD. W.L. opened the boot to get our rain gear, K.L. began to unhook the Wee Síoge(my faery god-daughter), and I looked to the West, eager to see whether the rain was moving toward us or away. That's when th … [Read more...]


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