Where They May Be Found: Cernunnos

Apparently, I took this photo.

Finding gods you know in places is one thing, but helping someone find a god you don’t know is another. [Read more...]

Perspective in Place

Train cars and wildflowers along the Southern Crescent line

On the way I could see elder bushes, water hyacinths, and a million wildflowers in bloom, known and unknown. I could even, at times, see the tracks of critters in the muddy ditches beside the tracks: deer, rabbits, and raccoons. I could see small towns, too: sun-bleached shotgun houses, comfortable old down-towns with brick courthouses, the utilitarian and the whimsical and the abandoned. As a friend said, it was like a tour of America’s back yard. [Read more...]

From Here to There

On the train!

Today I am going to New Orleans, on the train. I’m conscious of the irony of talking about place while traveling, deliberately displacing myself. But the flora and landscape I can see out of my window are deeply familiar, and will remain so for hundreds of miles; ecologies are large. Human places are more constrained but are created by confluences of forces including human needs, the natural setting, and human technology as an expression of a particular location and time. [Read more...]

Home.

What home means. [Read more...]

Where They May Be Found: Arianrhod

Pond_in_a_forest_clearing_bgiu

The second in a five-part series on where I’ve met the gods. Part Two: Arianrhod. [Read more...]

Love and Magnolias

Magnolia in bloom

Love can be like a magnolia: valued but wild, blossoming suddenly out of nowhere but also growing and lasting for decades, bringing beauty and transformation to your life, offering dizzying heights and a lovely view for the intrepid climber but not without dangers and pain. All of the things I mentioned above…family, legacy, prosperity, fidelity, even clarity, have their proper roots in love. What plant or tree means home to you? What speaks of love? [Read more...]

Amsterdam

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

As I sit here listening to the ragweed and grass whisper next to a canal, I know that this has all been seen before and will be seen again. It’s not exactly the same, because we aren’t on a circle, we’re in a spiral. We’re moving along the groove in the vinyl record, and if the cycles seem like they are getting closer, that might just be because we’re getting closer to the center of the record. I don’t know. [Read more...]


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