Feb 082014
 

Artwork by Eyvind Earle (1916-2000) Let me say this before rain becomes a utility that they can plan and distribute for money. By “they” I mean the people who cannot understand that rain is a festival, who do not appreciate its gratuity, who think that what has no price has no value, that what cannot be sold is not real, so that the only way to make something actual is to place it on the [read more…]

Jan 182014
 

Once I’ve been given a Dream answer or, in many cases, a poetic refining of my question, I look for ways to Dream it Forward. What I mean by that language is; if the generosity of the Dream is ignored or discarded, the gift is not fully received. Similar to listening to someone with only cursory attention, it can do more harm than good. It unconsciously communicates your disinterest and so you won’t be surprised [read more…]

Jan 012014
 

May we rediscover the power of circles, of sitting in council to listen and learn; the power of trusting the wisdom that emerges from the voices that are quietest, least valued or that we least expect to learn from. May we recall the power of listening patiently for the intelligence of the whole to emerge, without rushing toward conclusions. May we risk that first step of standing on behalf of what we most love and [read more…]

Nov 302013
 

By coming together in sacred ritual with our community, we are restoring our relationship to the Earth, our Mother. As we re-establish our Belonging in one another’s hearts, we are quelling the “never-enoughness” that drives so many of us to accumulate, achieve and produce beyond our (and Her) means. When we share our stories and dreams, we are accepting help in the shouldering of responsibility and despair. By extension, our windfalls and triumphs belong to [read more…]

Nov 222013
 

How do you endeavour words at the marvel of dawn – slow but suddenly arising in your heart? How do you speak to the dispersing cold and fog from the treetops, the gradual bathing of your outlook in gentle pinks and gold? What can you say towards the stillness of things, even as they move, like a sleepy barge drifting through the channel, reflecting the presence of that forgiving first light from all its bright [read more…]

Nov 082013
 

“Each life is formed by its unique image, an image that is the essence of that life and calls it to a destiny. As the force of fate, this image acts as a personal daimon, an accompanying guide who remembers your calling. The daimon motivates. It protects. It invents and persists with stubborn fidelity. It resists compromising reasonableness and often forces deviance and oddity upon its keeper, especially when neglected or opposed. It offers comfort [read more…]

Oct 182013
 

So many of us are out at sea, looking for home. We try this way and that, battling the endless march of adversaries, led by cynicism and apathy. We fight them with every poetry we possess. We are gentle. We yield. We get back to navigating our crafts. Every once in a while, exhaustion can turn into despair. The tiny flame, which takes our every resource to shield, blows out on an unexpected gust. Even [read more…]

Oct 122013
 

I am making friends with the Wind – who used to feel like an intruder rifling up my sleeves chasing debris down the tunnel She made of my street. But now I hear she’s howling for all that’s kept unfree. She whistles at gaps and rattles loose that which is inessential, raising in upward spirals things past their due, clearing the ground with her sharp, elbowing through. I am making friends with Change – who’s [read more…]

Oct 092013
 

Because most of us have been orphaned from our ancestral land and the ways of our people, we suffer with the restlessness and ache of not-belonging. Instead of trying to regain what has been lost, Martín Prechtel teaches that we must learn to live in the way our ancestors lived; in reverence and indebtedness to the Holy in Nature. One such powerful practice is to create a place in your home where you know the [read more…]