Cackling the Old Year Away
Tarot and Texas, baby. Taking a deep breath to relax into the Solstice season in Lisa and Eric’s warm home. So grateful to spend the
Tarot and Texas, baby. Taking a deep breath to relax into the Solstice season in Lisa and Eric’s warm home. So grateful to spend the
“The breezes at dawn have secrets to tell. Don’t go back to sleep.” – Rumi After San Antonio, just before heading home, my friend Lisa
I’ve returned home from the fifth Gaian Soul Retreat I have hosted at our beloved Aldermarsh Retreat Center on Whidbey Island. I love, love, love this work.
Only one week after our return to Heron House (which still looks pretty much like a construction zone amid a sea of unpacked boxes), Craig
There is this. The place we go when we seek direction, when we yearn to pray, when we need to be still. We light a
(As my friend Nora’s dying process extends longer than we ever thought it would, with days becoming weeks and flowing into months, those of us
Craig and I hiked down to Chuckanut Bay at low tide on the day before the full moon. Where water meets land, magic always happens
(This article was first published in SageWoman, Fall 2002) When I was 18 my boyfriend died, and the place I went for solace was the
First the Old Moon rose. And then the Sun. Eagles flew low above us. Clams squirted. Herons stood serenely in the shallows. We offered herbs
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