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We Don’t Give Up
Remember that this regime wants to keep us overwhelmed, confused, upset. They want us to give up out of sheer fatigue. AND also know that
The Watchwords Remain
Through the Gates of the Year Today, the second of January, 2025, we have come through Janus’s Gates. We have passed through the Gates of
2016 Archive: Imperfection
“Within our darkest night / You give us the fire that never dies away” Taizé chant Dear hearts – Above, you see the lines to
Reflection on Fragility
The winter sky stretches above us, a canvas of indigo and gray, holding secrets older than time. In the darkness, we find a meditation on
Moss Rules at Home
Don’t You Dare Touch My Moss! This morning, I am looking out on the foggy Portland morning. The slender leaves of the bamboo are obscured
Dying Light or Transforming Dark
Dancing Light and Shadow (Brought to the Way of the River by Jack Mandeville) November—a soft, slow letting go. The trees are bare now, the
From These Ashes, Birth
A good friend and a half-way decent speller As I recall, it was the excellent speller and good friend, Charlotte, who called out, “Greetings and
Blinding Flashes of the Obvious: Being Sick and Being Fat
Beloveds ~ The following was in response to a query from a colleague who’s been asked to sit on a committee designed to address medical
Blinding Flashes of the Obvious Part 2
Dear ones – So here I am in my bed, thinking of all the things that people have done for me — Doctors have been
We Don’t Give Up
Remember that this regime wants to keep us overwhelmed, confused, upset. They want us to give up out of sheer fatigue. AND also know that
The Watchwords Remain
Through the Gates of the Year Today, the second of January, 2025, we have come through Janus’s Gates. We have passed through the Gates of
2016 Archive: Imperfection
“Within our darkest night / You give us the fire that never dies away” Taizé chant Dear hearts – Above, you see the lines to
Reflection on Fragility
The winter sky stretches above us, a canvas of indigo and gray, holding secrets older than time. In the darkness, we find a meditation on
Moss Rules at Home
Don’t You Dare Touch My Moss! This morning, I am looking out on the foggy Portland morning. The slender leaves of the bamboo are obscured
Dying Light or Transforming Dark
Dancing Light and Shadow (Brought to the Way of the River by Jack Mandeville) November—a soft, slow letting go. The trees are bare now, the
From These Ashes, Birth
A good friend and a half-way decent speller As I recall, it was the excellent speller and good friend, Charlotte, who called out, “Greetings and
Blinding Flashes of the Obvious: Being Sick and Being Fat
Beloveds ~ The following was in response to a query from a colleague who’s been asked to sit on a committee designed to address medical
Blinding Flashes of the Obvious Part 2
Dear ones – So here I am in my bed, thinking of all the things that people have done for me — Doctors have been
The Eye of the Crone is Upon Us
Beloved comrades- What a strange, strange time. In my tradition, Lammas (August 1 to 2) begins a season of three harvest festivals followed by the