There is only so much we can control, and then our only choice is to surrender to the Earth’s timing. The pace of Nature is a gift, not an obstacle. Continue Reading
Blessings on this ancient Celtic holy day of feasting, fire, and thanksgiving. Named for shining Lugh, let us gather in and share our first harvests. Continue Reading
Each Lughnasadh, it’s my tradition to share this sublime Mary Oliver poem. Let the immeasurable come.
Let the unknowable touch the buckle of my spine. Continue Reading
It’s not surprising that in a global week of power, both above and below, this rare visitor arrives to touch all with his vitality and inspiration. Continue Reading
Blessings on this ancient Celtic holy day of feasting, fire, and thanksgiving. Named for shining Lugh, let us gather in and share our first harvests. Continue Reading
