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File this under dispatches from living in a liminal time. Semantics of Propagation We could see with our own eyes cracks in the old vocabulary. How the history pages, turned brown at the edges, peeled loose from their leather binding in search of a new story. The...
The moon is pregnant, her belly bulging out to here. As darkness descends, she rises, casting her mysterious glow over the earth. Isn’t that what we all want? To feel full beyond measure? To give birth to wha i’s perfect and lovely, to shine brightly, and...
With a full moon strapped to her back, she stakes down a flapping corner of sky, slip-knotting home to a low horizon. She gathers tinder from the duff, ignites it with the sharp note of a nocturnal hymn. Her skirt is singed; she stands too close to the fire, but...
I have always had “a foot in both worlds,” the physical one and the Unseen, the latter feeling more like home to me than this one. I have long stopped trying to get people to understand that aspect of myself. I use the term mystic, as sort of a shorthand for a deep...
The term Biomimicry— the study of nature's models and then imitates or takes inspiration from these designs and processes to solve human problems". was popularized by scientist and author Janine Benyus in her book Biomimicry: Innovation Inspired by Nature. Biomimicry...
Create space for your Dream. A bird doesn't wait for her egg to hatch before starting to build a nest. She makes space for it long before it's "found its form." She gets a feeling in her gut, she feels a Quickening, and starts...
The world shrieks and clamors for out attention. Sometimes it's hard to know what's going on with us. I want to share something I do that helps center me, especially effective if I'm feeling anxious, agitated, bored, restless or...
In ancient times, people would travel hundreds of miles to visit a temple, most built in the wilderness. To reach this remote temple one had to pass through a consecrated buffer zone, such as a wide meadow or sacred grove. The consecrated area was called a...
. Twice in my life I have set out on a spiritual Quest in the mountains. The first time I was 13 years old and turned left on Edwards Street instead of right, and kept walking for 15 miles until I reached the ochre foothills. I was headed for Big Bear in the San Berdu...