One spring I stared at my empty firewood shed, despairing. I heat only with a woodstove and man does an empty woodshed make me nervous, even in May. Even if my other ones are full. A few weeks later a big tree fell. A red oak, top tier firewood. And because my woodshed was …
Vows
an Imbolc ritual
It's time for Imbolc and the weather is following suit. It's frozen here, maybe where you are too. The temperatures have been in the single digits, threatening survival. So, we do the work to survive. The weather isn't the only thing threatening survival these …
on purpose
This essay comes two days after the 2024 US presidential election, and about six weeks after Hurricane Helene. It's tempting to give up. Yesterday morning I woke up and felt like doing just that. I felt a "fuck it" wash over me, a hair-raising fear, and a deep loneliness. As though I …
Celebrating Imbolc
Once upon a time, winter was something to survive. It was no joke. I don't mean like, lacking vitamin D, wishing you could wear shorts, and grumbling about commuting home in the dark. More like a quarter of your community freezing or starving to death, succumbing to illness, being lost in a …