Over the river and through the woods... You know that song? It's all about the excitement of going. But what about when you gotta drag yourself back, worn out from too much food and small talk? How do you regain yourself, get grounded, and regulate your nervous system after all that …
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The Dreaming Moon
I think it's unfair that my passport says I'm only a US citizen. Because it's obvious I'm also native to another land. And you should know, having been there with me plenty. It's....the land of my imagination. No, really. It's a place. It's got a language, and probably even a …
A muddle in a puddle
Staring might be the thing I'm best at. If I'm honest. Give me a good view, a window to perch at, a stormy sea, a field of grass with the wind moving it like a marching band or a murmuration of starlings, and I will stare. There's something soothing about a good, long stare. My …
There’s an I in wild, too
It's only 8:30 in the morning and already I'm outnumbered. Besides squirrels and chipmunks, I'm usually I'm the only mammal around. But not today. This morning, as dawn was painting the sky a chicory-blue and the cardinals were chirping away, I walked around outside. I usually spend …
Full Moon at Darkwood
I need to confess something. Because I don't want you to have to wrong impression about me. It's this: I don't orchestrate as many personal rituals as one might think. And my altars are often accidental. As an example, here's how Monday's full moon went here at Darkwood. I …
