In the morning, after (almost) sleeping through a night of 28 degree weather, I headed to the edge of the water to make my offerings. Pumpkin seeds were what I had to give, for they were what I had to eat. I proceeded through the same ritual I outlined in my post last week, only this time I did it while standing in the morning sun. When I'm in the city, I sometimes lift my hands up toward the ceiling of my bedroom, my office, or whatever sacred space I've constructed, and imagine that I'm … [Read more...]