A Sense of Place
Even though I've been in Olympia for a year I feel as though I've hardly explored any of it. Having two small children makes it tough. However, thanks to a new friend here I have discovered the magic of the Mclane Creek Nature Trail. Read more
Even though I've been in Olympia for a year I feel as though I've hardly explored any of it. Having two small children makes it tough. However, thanks to a new friend here I have discovered the magic of the Mclane Creek Nature Trail. Read more
Fast-forward a few years to my first initiation, which began with a visioning along Barton Creek: the fresh, spring-fed water flowing into Austin. During that tearful and glorious rite, I met the Quick Silver Girl. She darted into my consciousness, like a flash, as the cold waters of the creek flowed over my naked body. Read more
The river is a place where Goddess teaches me about the flow of time, the nature of premonitions, the ways in which we can work with or against the flow of life. Read more
As we make our way through the last day of 2012, though, I find myself having to say goodbye to home in a way I'd never expected. Read more
Do you practice a nature religion? Does the land beneath your feet have its own mythic stories? Read more
We stepped gently into the shimmering circle, and sat in the pews in front of the tomb of St. Mungo to listen to the silence and feel the presence of the sacred in that space. Read more
This week, I’m focusing on a national and very human sense of place — Britain at Yule. Whether we celebrate Christmas, Saturnalia, Winter Solstice, Isaac Newton’s Birthday or Consumermas, there are some non-negotiable cultural constants here. 1. Christmas stock has already been out in the shops for at least two months One of the most distressing things about not making a big deal of Hallowe’en, and not having Thanksgiving, is that shops – especially big corporations – feel free to... Read more
I doubt anyone will be surprised that I don't believe in the End of the World. There are no ends, only beginnings. Every time I've felt as if my world was collapsing, something new and amazing sprouted in the space created by the destruction of the old. Read more
My return to the U.S. last week felt disconcerting, but it's rarely a smooth transition. The transatlantic flight leaves the body tired and the souls displaced. I searched for a space to rest and bring all my parts into the present place. Read more
Foraging for food is not just for survivalists or dumpster divers hoping to save a few bucks. From a mystical perspective, I believe that the food that we take into our bodies shares some of its experience with us. Read more
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