On feelings


Feelings are a big thing around daily practice.  Often we avoid practice out of a desire to avoid some particularly challenging feelings (or even the experience of feeling deeply altogether).  Also, we often have feelings about our daily practice or the practice we wish we had.  So I’m going to suggest one way to approach emotions.1) Name them.  This is surprisingly tricky!  We tend to use only a small number of words to describe the entire range of our feelings.  Go for nuance.  (I love thi … [Read more...]

Heartbreak and practice

Boston, Charles River, skyline, sailboats

Teach us, O Divine Mother, directly at every moment in this hour of apocalypse the appropriate action that heals and preserves and redeems and transforms.(From "Prayer to the Divine Mother" by Andrew Harvey)Yesterday, bombs went off in my city.  I grew up in the Boston area and love it: every time I ride the T across the Charles or crest a hill on Route 2 and see the skyline, I smile.   And so of course my heart was broken by the violence in the heart of my beloved c … [Read more...]

On love

Photo by Kamil Porembinski

Words of wisdom from Hafiz:Even after all this time, the sun never says to the earth "You owe me." Look what happens with a love like that. It lights the whole sky. … [Read more...]

Why I Am A Witch

The Great Nebula in Orion

Before the beginning, there was only desire.  Desire moved the sacred into form.  I don’t know if it was one form or two or if it exploded at once into many gorgeous facets of life; when God Herself whispers this story into my ear, She doesn’t always tell it the same way.  This is why I am a witch: it moves me.  This story breaks my heart open to experience the suffering and gorgeousness of the world a little more deeply.  These practices move me, inch by inch, towards wholeness, service, pur … [Read more...]



I stand in the snow, holding more snow in my palm.  Touched by the air, the sun, and my own vital heat, it melts, transforming from white into a glittering translucence.  My life, my aliveness, transforms it.  I hold it up and try to look through, but it is too slippery to keep hold of. *     *     * I breathe.  Beneath me, the earth breathes a thousand thousand times more slowly.  I lose track of my hands, my cheek on the grass, where the skin of my belly separates me from her body. *     *   … [Read more...]

Practice: Times of Day

beach at sunset

Both traditions I am trained in have a way of acknowledging various points of the day: the beginning and the end, and also midday and dusk.  The practice of bookending my day with a moment of connection is one that feels uncomplicatedly lovely to me.  While these times could benefit from twenty or thirty minutes of practice, they also benefit from one or two minutes of acknowledgement.The midday and dusk times, on the other hand, often come while I’m in the middle of something else, and so pu … [Read more...]

Fall Down Seven Times, Get Up Eight

Painting of the sun on a red background

I'm happy to share our first guest post from my friend Catriona McDonald. Catriona practices Revival Druidry in central Massachusetts. She is a member of the Order of Bards, Ovates, and Druids, and is active with the Mystic River Grove.  You can find her all the time over at the Druid's Well.People don't like to write about failure—the false starts, detours, wrong turns. Admitting that something doesn't work for you, or worse, that you were (gasp!) wrong about your spiritual course is not re … [Read more...]