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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 Jan, 2021

Dirty Dishes

01 Jan, 2021

Dirty Dishes Sometimes the gunky cheese board and oily salad bowl [can] remain in the sink alongside the soaking fry pan because a wild dream-filled sleep seems the better devotion.   Sometimes the empty quiche plate and crumb-filled cutting board [can] join the pile because a breakfast picnic of...

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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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03 Feb, 2020

Rest

03 Feb, 2020

Winter. The still time. Sometimes I get nudgy habituated to movement and action when what is called for is non-doing and rest. I tremble and plead for answers to my questions put as demands: Tell me, show me, send me a sign. When what is called for is rest....

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10 Feb, 2019

Storm

10 Feb, 2019

Storm Dark clouds kiss the sky, lay themselves down like a vixen waiting to be ravaged. Winds aloft are warm like breath, but here where I stand, it’s frozen. Tiny, iced ball-bearings pelt the earth and leave striations of white against my window. Who gives a storm a name...

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21 Dec, 2016

Return to Honahlee

21 Dec, 2016

It happened gradually, like the slow sinking of a rotting old barn into the earth. But I’m ahead of myself. I’ll venture back to a different time.

I was nine years old, and once again I’ve skirted the edge of the golf course behind our house to go to the...

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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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