I love a snowfall, silent and thick; something to get lost inside. I’ve taken the advice of my inner sovereign: for the first time in my life, I have let the holidays rest lightly, sink silently and deep, in the non-doing vein. Tremendous good gracious! This is fantastic. I have been a slow learner in […]

Are you ready for some truth talking and good medicine? So am I! Let’s start here: This is a fact if we are willing to face it: the old is dissolving. Everywhere we look, systems, structures, and institutions are dissolving. These facets of reality we have always taken for granted are not sustainable. They are

How do you feel when you hear this title? Returning to the Earth of Our Belonging. Returning. Earth. Belonging. The word returning suggests a place or space or state we have been before. A terrain of familiarity. Returning suggests that place or state was positive—perhaps one of richness, fulfillment, safety even—the proverbial Garden of Eden. One doesn’t often return

Captivated once again by the Beara Penninsula and West Cork, where some of my ancestors, like my mother’s mother’s mother’s mother’s mother, Katherine O Mahoney, once lived (Dunmanway), I put pen to paper so as not to forget this place and its people.

SHOW OF (Virtual) HANDS: Compared to mountains or forests, how many of you would say water is your “go to” place for relaxation, inspiration, and rejuvenation? Each of us knows water in an intimate and exquisite way. From a microscopic, fertilized egg, our imaginal cells began to develop surrounded by nourishing fluids for protection and

Love Day: Give it a Moment An old man leans on a cane, eyes squinting at the rows; a guy in saggy-bottom Carhartts mumbles, “slim pickins.” A woman holds a pale pink orchid and says to two shuffling teen boys, “You pick it out. She’s your mother.” A skinny woman with worried eyes looks past

When you speak to me of winter, I will treasure the tapestry you weave. Like how hungry ravens squawk by your compost pile waiting for scraps of potato peel, broccoli stems, or bits of yesterday’s sandwich; how you have come to revere this mystical courier who carries a soul’s secret dispatch across a thin veil

Life We walk this Earth with hearts grateful or peckish content or anguished with minds calculating, worried, or distracted numbed out or judging— while behind us for as far as the eyes can see stand the ancestors singing with warm breath whispering encouragements hoping one day we will hear the melody through birch or beech

The journey from people-pleasing rule follower to authentic sovereign is not for the faint of heart. But many of you know this, because the pain of staying the same has, at last, exceeded the pain of change. At least for most of us. In one perspective, the world is broken. Everywhere you look, we appear

The Power of Dreams and Why We Need Them I once had a dream so powerful my wildly hopeful heart longed to tell it as a story that had actually happened. A story that perhaps our great, great grandchildren might one day tell about a memory from their time long ago. The dream was compelling