Clutha

Clyde, Clydeh, Clydhe, Cludha. The waters rise up, envelop you, take you down. Cold at first, oh so cold, but your core temperature drops, As he makes you his own. Warm now, in his embrace, you see for the first time, the history of this place. The visions play before your eyes, Scenes of battles, [Read More...]

Clutha

Clutha

I felt the energy of the river as it stretches out onto land, as it touches the city beyond its banks. At last, I’d learned one of the river’s older names, and I knew that we had only been acquaintances before. Now we knew each other a bit better. [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...]

My Wishlist for the Pagan Community

What would it be like for the Pagan community to be completely mainstream? Not a majority religion, but such a common minority group as to be no different from any other minority religion? From where I’m sitting, it feels like we are already there. [Read more...]

Do The Gods Care About Money?

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As an animist, I struggle to find my place among modern paganism. My concept of gods and their relationship to humanity is just one of the many issues that often separates me from my fellows. [Read more...]

Twisted Roots

By Jim Dollar

It never occurred to me that any of my ancestors might be Quaker. Now that I look around this place, I realize that they might have been, and if not Quaker, they might have still been people with alternative ideas about God and Spirit. Ancestors on my father’s side might well have struggled with some of the same questions I struggle with. They might have fought the dominant paradigms of their day and tried to find better ways to live. [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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