Expect to be Waylaid

Reflecting on the way my dear tree friend extends upward towards the sky, taking up space Entry: A breath for existing in tough times Wow it is hard and scary times right now. The news here (in the United States, where I am) is so bad, so disheartening, so...

The Holiest Feast Day of Do-Overs

Image: a field and a fence, in the background tree friends on a sunny day, the light refracting, a bonus blue orb… Do-Overs Forever It is known that I do not hold by New Year’s Eve, and begin my new year on February 2, the under-appreciated holiday known as Groundhog...

Feasts of the small gods

Image: Stones & candles the day I celebrated first time doing 444 sun salutations in a row, a small spontaneous festival for Agility Feasts of the small gods He who My grandfather was a public school teacher in Boston in the 1930s. As part of his job, he was...

SMOPL / this is my grief ritual

Image: The entry to a favorite labyrinth in Tucson, Arizona SMOPL I wrote about Feasts of Liberations this week, a beautiful and grounding practice for when a day or [time period] holds some extra grief and where there is also some liberation to be marked. What do we...

Friday Chicken #263: I am a bush

Where I cover the good and the hard in my week, visiting the non-preachy side of ritual and self-reflection. It is Friday. I am not sure how, but it is. So. What worked? Accidental This Is Good. I was able to notice this week when things that seem “not...
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