It’s a month past the midpoint of my 70th year as we move into Lammastide, the season of the Reaper. As I metaphorically sort, thresh,…
Sweet summer. Almost every day this season, in the late afternoon when the shadows lengthen, the sun is strong, and the sunflowers face west .…
Have you noticed a shift in the wind? I sure have. Yesterday after I came back from riding my bike by the bay, I sat…
Lammas, the feast of the First Harvest, is a bittersweet holiday. We give thanks for the bounty of our gardens and our lives, and we…
Once again, the local tribe gathered on sacred land to celebrate the First Fruits of the Harvest at Lammas. We processed on a spiral path…
Lammas is the first of the three harvests, with Autumn Equinox and Samhain (Halloween) to follow. For me, it always carries a bittersweet feeling, especially…
I’m home from the third annual Northwest Lammas Festival, a homegrown affair started and sustained by some of my mermaid sisters and brothers. (We thank…
It was a small gathering, around 60 people or so, but the intimate size felt just right. We gathered together on sacred ground to celebrate…
During the week I work. It distracts me. Writing lines of XHTML code, placing one color against another, finding a pleasing harmony. Solving an intricate…