The Holt

Land's edge in Lincoln Park, San Francisco

Lincoln Park was our Holt, like the original home of the forest elves in Elfquest. Whitewolf’s mother was a witch, and my first introduction to the living practice of neo-Paganism was in my interactions with these teenage “elven” friends of mine. It was a blend of fantasy and reality, where we earnestly looked for the places where the world of stories seeped into our plane of reality. [Read more...]

What I Know of a Creek

Amazon distance

On the Amazon Creek in Eugene, Oregon: “I don’t understand this creek, actually. Mostly, I just feed the crows. They seem to search me, to see if I’ll ever learn the creek’s name.” [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 [Read More...]

With a hey and a ho and a hey nonny no

Pink flowered wood sorrel

It’s going to be Beltane any minute now, and while my friends in more northern climes are grumping about when is spring going to get here, anyway? the birds, bees, frogs and other denizens of Pine Lake have definitely gotten the memo. [Read more...]

Wishful Ducklings

Mallard mama and ducklings

There is something here, a notion of human beings living in community with nature; not perfectly achieved, but present. An ambition, or a dream, manifest in typically messy human fashion, with tax issues, ludicrous town controversies, and renegade geese. [Read more...]

Lessons From D.C.

Flooding at the Capitol Mall due to a broken irrigation pipe 2006

At some point along the drive I noticed a change in myself. I was agitated and annoyed with the other people on the road and the imagined inhabitants of the buildings near the freeway. Something in my head had processed the fact that we were in the area around the capitol where lots of Federal employees live and work. I mentioned what I was feeling to my friend and said, “It’s just that I feel like this is where they are messing up the country.” [Read more...]

Creating a Place-Based Practice

my Little Bigs at Pedernales Falls

On the second dark moon of January, a group of 9 gathered in my front garden. We sought uncharted territory; in fact, were willing to risk vulnerability to find it. There, in my front garden that night, was the first meeting of an advanced working group committed to discovering the Place specific spirituality of Central Texas. [Read more...]


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