What Watches As We Laugh?

Southern Live Oak, with Moss.

To think of land spirits as only passive victims of our rage and human endeavors is to paint them as static, unfeeling, and uncurious beings, without much agency. If they notice when we humans are at our worst, why would they not also notice when we are at our best? [Read more...]

A fond farewell

Rainbow over home

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

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...]

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 power of the song thrush: life, death and the feast of St. John

Image by Jose Sousa, used under Creative Commons license.

The Jug of Punch, the song thrush, the summer solstice, the feast of St. John, life, sex, death and singing. What does it all mean?! [Read more...]

On the Hearth and the Un-Hearthed

Whoville, Eugene, Oregon (photo by Alley Valkyrie)

It saddens–no, enrages me–that so many people do not have homes. From what I’ve learned of goddesses of the hearth, it appears to displease them, too. Hearths are sacred– everyone should have one. [Read more...]

Display, Filter, Conceal

The Lady of Shalott (W.M. Egley)

Losing my camera on pilgrimage helped me remember to see. [Read more...]


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