The Work Of Our Hands: beauty, delight, and the sacred

Electric Cock : free range organic fried chicken : South Congress

The weather this week in Austin has been scrumptious!  Glorious sunny, mild days that are perfect for getting out and discovering just what makes this city sacred.  Today, on my last day, my Little Big and I went on Pilgrimage.We made our way to South Congress; home to groovy Austin art and eclecticism, where we ordered fried chicken (a southern delicacy).  We watched Hipsters and Cowboys; Freaks and Rednecks.  All are welcome on this strip of Old Austin weirdness.Any road pointed at … [Read more...]

A Place Within A Place: reconsidering what is sacred

Elisabet Ney Museum : Hyde Park : Austin, Texas

The bees are still. The wild hive in the back garden is quiet. It's cold out. A sliver of moon rides high in the sky: french tip manicure nail of beauty. The air is crisp, with hints of sycamore leaf, tobacco smoke, and steel--the numb metallic smell when too cold air is breathed in through the nostrils.This week, winter weather dances over Austin.As dusk deepens, I walk to one of the neighborhood coffee shops. A faint glow graces the horizon. Porch lights are on. Colored bulbs drip from … [Read more...]

Happy Festivities! now for light reading

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As the festive season winds down, and we slide toward secular New Year, I leave you with a bit of follow-up reading.  In my last post I offered 10 Tips for cultivating place in the city.  Within that post I mention some ideas that were revolutionary for me.  Crafting a ritual year unique to my locale and beginning to work with a Place specific mythos (which I often had to create) propelled my spirituality forward in unexpected ways.  In the weeks to come I will dive into these topics, sharing my … [Read more...]

Be vewy vewy quiet, I’m hunting connection

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the sensual The back garden is a carpet of bejeweled grass; each blade aquiver with droplets of dew.  The windows shine with condensation.   I open the door from the sun-room, and dozens of small birds scatter from the feeders.  I speak my normal greeting, "Good morning! Sorry to disturb.  I will only be a moment."  The sky is a watercolor wash of gray and white. The air, chill and fresh. I pause as I head up the stone stairs to the barn.  I close my eyes and listen.far distant tract … [Read more...]

Getting my feet wet

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It Begins....The road was steep, and I worried the brake would slip. I reminded myself that it held the last time I was there, which only prompted worry over the inevitable hill-start. We spilled out of the car reluctantly. It had begun to rain and the wind was fresh.  In other words—COLD. W.L. opened the boot to get our rain gear, K.L. began to unhook the Wee Síoge(my faery god-daughter), and I looked to the West, eager to see whether the rain was moving toward us or away. That's when th … [Read more...]


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