Ways into story

The old storytellers, the myth tellers lived their stories: they ate them up like pumpkin pie, full of the creeping tendrils of the vine, the sweet floral cages of the bees, the leaves in turn wilting and reinvigorated with the sun’s passing. They drank them down like honey mead rich with the pungent scent of…

Growing down

There’s a marvelous power in feeling rooted: a delicious upsurge of creative energy, a sense of self-authority, an expansiveness. I believe we miss ~ somewhere in our deepest psyche ~ being trees. I think we’re also confused about the idea of being rooted. I don’t think it means necessarily that we have to live in…

creek walking

I took a small group down to the creek today. It’s a personal space for me, where I go to meditate, and where I go in my meditations. Guiding the group down in silence desceding ever lower through the forest feeling the air become cooler as we went filled me with a quiet anticipation and…

Winter reflections

With the darkening nights and the chill in the air, the year is preparing to breathe her last sigh. She’s readying herself to lie down in the cool moist earth, wrap herself over in leaves and reunite with the great mother. Do you feel it too? The desire to slow down, take stock and settle in,…

self care for the holidays

Do you feel that holidays are all about the other: finding the perfect gift for a loved one; carving out time to meet friends; spending time with close and extended family?  While all these activities can be rewarding, they can also be times of stress. Did Aunt Joan like that perfume? Will Uncle Ted bring…