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Forgotten Forests

“But perhaps we may make our stand along the *edge* of that civilization, like a magician, or like a person who, having lived among another tribe, can no longer wholly return to his own.  He lingers half within and half outside of his community, open as well, then, to the shifting voices and flapping forms … Continue reading

Pavers Instead of Saviors

what if the fortress walls tumbled down? yes, the real ones and the ones imagined, and what if — instead — they formed foot-paths through the truth of our own, inner primeval forest with barred owl calls calling to us as we place one foot in front of the other taking one step and contemplating … Continue reading

Roots

“All things must come to its roots from where it is planted.” ~ Saint Teresa of Avila “Maybe you are searching among the branches for what only appears in the roots.”  ~ Rumi go to the roots — to the roots where moonlight lives, where ancestors breathe into the dark side of trees. go to … Continue reading

The Trees Inside Me

“O Apple Tree, Branch of the Apple Tree Know that the tree is mine The tallest tree with the sweetest apples O Apple Tree, May God be with you May the direction of East and West be with you May every moon and sun be with you May everything that comes before me be yours.” … Continue reading

Womanhood, Sketch #4

“The soul is a perspective that pushes us to go deeper and see further and live wilder. It’s what drives our imagination to flesh out our raw experience, transforming that chaotic stuff into rich storylines that animate our love of life. With the gently propulsive force of the soul, we probe beyond the surface level … Continue reading

Change

“To be hopeful in bad times is not just foolishly romantic. It is based on the fact that human history is a history not only of cruelty, but also of compassion, sacrifice, courage, kindness. What we choose to emphasize in this complex history will determine our lives. If we see only the worst, it destroys … Continue reading

Beauty Belly

“Toward the end of the dance, the adolescent girl or girls (who have very recently had their first menstruation) jump up and look into the interior of a large abalone shell. ‘You look into it to see what you can see. See the future, see the beauty. Maybe, maybe you can see the beauty of … Continue reading

Womanhood, Sketch #3

“What is the source of our first suffering? It lies in the fact that we hesitated to speak. It was born in the moment when we accumulated silent things within us.”~ Gaston Bachelard somehow in this shattering, in this smattering of what held me together knit tightly like feathers around me to ground me… once … Continue reading

Speaking Mountains

“Every part of creation is indebted for its life to the other parts of creation that have died and decayed so that it might live.” ~ Jessica Prentice   these old mountains, they tell stories in languages i don’t speak and yet i still press my ear to the ground and listen as if eves-dropping … Continue reading