Samhain…already?
I don’t feel ready for Samhain and communing with my Ancestors. Plus, from Tower to Star: carrying the elixir of hope.
Climate Confusion
It’s Imbolc amidst climate chaos. Cycles are out of whack, and yet our kin in Nature find ways to survive.
Everyday is Sacred, a Solstice Message
Two messages came through my hand as I drew the doodle to accompany this Solstice post. One about energy flow across seasons, and one about the sacredness of every day.
Inspired by Descendants
At this time of working with my Ancestors, I clearly heard my Descendants. What a gift!
Slow time and Solstice
A few days back, a tree frog spent the whole day sleeping on our garden gate.
True, they are nocturnal, so it wasn’t like they were taking a break from activities. Yet, I’d been receiving messages recently
Climate Fiction | Climate Conference
Today is the point of balance during the Earth’s circuit around the Sun—the Equinox: a great time to probe the crisis of climate imbalance through CliFi.
How pluckable is your harvest?
A poetic offering and doodle for Lammas 2022. Inspired by the scene out my window: a bright yellow finch plucking a seed from an echinacea.
Crossing the Seasons
There’s a line between seasons. Perhaps it feels solid as a mountain. Perhaps gossamer as spider silk. Perhaps muddy, sticky, sharp, made treacherous by world events and climate change. How do you cross?
Brighid’s Day
Today is Imbolc or Brighid as many in Reclaiming name this cross-quarter day in the Wheel of the year. Halfway between Solstice and Equinox. Here, a poem and a vow.
Easing into 2022
Like a new pair of shoes, I’m not yet sure how 2022 fits. I’ve not quite landed, nor have a sense of a change in the zietgeist. I’m not rushing forward, though also not staying static. Kind of how I’m looking forward to watching Don’t Look Up tonight, at the same time dreading it.