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 …
