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

Our card of the week seems to keep showing up, to remind *us* to keep showing up. Like him, we must stand our ground, even when battered and weary. Continue Reading