Fare Forward, Travelers…

rucksack

At some point, my life became a story. Gods showed up, magic became the everyday, and I had a journey to make across the ocean, a pilgrimage to holy wells and druid mountains, walled cities and cobbled alleys, all to learn the meaning of the stories that were becoming my life. And it’s still happening. [Read more...]

Infinity in the palm of your hand

Helix Nebula, from Jet Propulsion Laboratory NASA

I frequently do a meditation where I visualize an image where my heart is, and expand it outward to the size of my body, the room, the state, the continent, the planet, and finally the solar system. I decided to see what would happen if I contracted it. First to the size of a red blood cell, then to an organelle, then to a molecule, an atom, a subatomic particle… Let me tell you, that was weird. [Read more...]

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...]

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 [Read More...]

The Dance of Desire and Delight

Those of you reading this who also write may understand, perhaps agree or disagree, but it seems to me there exists an often difficult and fascinating conflict between the voice of narration and the body of experience. [Read more...]


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