How We Are Fed
May we cook and eat and prepare food with certain knowledge that the sustenance we take is intimately the same as the highest of offerings to Her, as She is immanent in each participant in the divine act: chef, meal, and hungry guest.
Grassroots
Flourishing in places we ought not be, we are not meant to be here but here we are.
No Going Back
Does the religion of the Earth ask us to give up anything we’ve learned in our relentless attempt to unveil the Magician in the material?
Making Honey, Building Comb
Our minds melded . . . and we became a hive; all working, living, creating (as though these are separate things!) . . . We made the sweet honey of art and ritual, fed richly on the rewards of our generous participation.
Vertigo on the Spiral Staircase
When my son was born, in the moment after we both were dried & settled, when I took him to my breast to give him …
Nameless, Lost People
The top-40 radio station out of Bismarck is silenced as several Dodge, Chevy and Ford pickups thunder down the dirt track into camp. “There’s going to be a naming ceremony,” Swan tells me, her nameless baby girl. . .
In Her Time 