It’s autumn… the equinox is long past. The sun keeps moving further South and the days, inexorably grow shorter. Darkness is coming.
A few weeks ago, I took myself on a walk in the late afternoon, and by the time I turned around to head home it was quite dark. I live on a dirt road high on a hillside in a small, southern Vermont town. Stone walls and trees… Read More »
The Shamanic Journeys workshop recently ended “here on the hill.” Filled with grief, gratitude, suffering, healing, heroism, connection and transformation… today I still swim in the wonder if at all. I’m drawn to share part of that wonder by addressing a few big themes that moved through our collective experience.
After several sodden vision quest days in Nova Scotia, wishing for sun, I decided to just “love what is.” It was a good decision! And this love letter to Nature, to the primal reality of a wet and dripping world was one of the results. Enjoy!
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Wind moves in the branches. This morning brings rain and fog, the call of a lonely sparrow, the tapping of dripping… Read More »
When I was the stream, when I was the
forest, when I was still the field,
when I was every hoof, foot,
fin and wing, when I
was the sky
itself… Read more »
Something’s not working. Everybody knows it. The turmoil and breakdown of order, sustainability, and basic sanity in almost every natural and human system is overwhelming and disheartening. The list – war, economic injustice, environmental disaster, poverty, decline of democratic ideals and decency – goes on and on. When the system itself is at fault and every problem is interconnected, it can appear like there’s nowhere to start and whatever we… Read More »
