17 Feb, 2022

Nine Deer

17 Feb, 2022

Nine Deer yarding up behind my house as if it were spring. Maybe they can smell something behind the bitter 40 knot winds that brook no romantic notions about such an idea as spring. “A long ways away,” I hear the winds howl, all sure  of their ferocity. Still, the...

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31 Jan, 2022

Forest Offerings

31 Jan, 2022

Having endured the darkest winter days, most humans possess an inner longing to celebrate Earth’s turning toward spring. Historically, Irish people have celebrated the quarter year at Imbolc on February first/second. It was, and still is, a celebration of the diminishing of winter’s powers, often associated with Cailleach, the...

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22 Mar, 2021

Serve Life

22 Mar, 2021

Happy World Water Day! I titled these musings, “Serve Life” rather than “Heal Earth” because in truth to “heal” earth is to serve life.  Daniel Christian Wahl, author of Designing Regenerative Cultures gives us this beautiful illustration that depicts a different way of seeing the world. The ancient Sanscrit...

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01 Mar, 2020

Natural is the New Perfect

01 Mar, 2020

I wrote this post as an open letter to my community in Maine: Dear friends and neighbors. As our winter-weary hearts turn toward the warmth and rebirth of spring, I extend what I hope is a compelling invitation – to consider “natural is the new perfect” on your lawn...

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01 Nov, 2016

What the Oak Tree and the Eagle Know ~ #ApproveThisMoment

01 Nov, 2016

Let me begin by telling you a little story. It starts back when I was a buck-toothed, stringy-haired, eager-to-please eleven year old in 6th grade. (Not much has changed!) My sister, Elaine was making her Confirmation. One of the presents she received was a book mark. For some reason,...

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04 Apr, 2016

Rain, Cherished Rain

04 Apr, 2016

Rain falls. Spring rains, beneficent rains. And I intend to be grateful and thankful, even with their raw, 30 degree backdrop. I recall my friend, Anne’s meditative journey/dream to Rain. In it, Rain – a being; Rain like a character in Earth’s novel. And she – for surely Rain must...

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10 Mar, 2016

Only One Day

10 Mar, 2016

There is only one day.
The first day.
To be alive on the first
markedly balmy day of the new
year is to feel
a beckoning like instinct
a call to the woods or the seashore.
Invisible hand extends – one finger
curled, motioning.

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01 Sep, 2015

How Then Shall We Live?

01 Sep, 2015

This lump in my throat is my heart crying. These tears that fall silently and then not-so-silently are insufficient motions for an inexpressible grief: One more White Rhino has been slaughtered for its horn made from keratin – the same stuff as my finger nails; another female and her...

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