I spend Dreaming season doing three main things. Dreaming, of course. And I'm also carrying firewood and reading beside the fire. This week I'm re-reading a novel that I first encountered many years ago, The Fifth Sacred Thing by Starhawk. Like many works of fiction, …
Winter
winter day
a poem inspired by the remaining days of Dreaming season. winter day It's 7 degrees.Rhododendron leaves hang brittle and black, rolled tightlike chandelier crystals,like fairy charms dangling from the trees along the river.Even the air feels brittle,crisping my lungs as I breath …
magic all year
I’ve always believed in Santa Claus. I believed in Santa unquestioningly until the 4th grade when one of my friends told me he didn’t exist. This friend made perfect sense, describing the parents loading the stockings after the kids had gone to bed and so on, but I went on believing in …
what if we rested
It is the longest night of the year. It is a night when people like us pause, no matter how frenzied the mainstream is. We pause and honor what is. What is is a long, dark night that's good for dreaming; a sweet day of resting, tending the mystical self, and aligning with the …
The Dark Side
Today is not about light. This hemisphere has no momentum around light today at all. The momentum is all about the deep dark. The trees know it. The woodland critters know it. But we humans kinda struggle with it. So today I'm writing to you with some tips for how to celebrate and …