On Wildcrafting…

On Wildcrafting…

On Wildcrafting, and Being a Living Part of the Land: ✧ Though absorption into music, dance, or even community are homecomings in their own right, it’s possible there is no time I am happier and more at-home than when wildcrafting plant friends. Perhaps...
Honoring Winter’s Cave…

Honoring Winter’s Cave…

…it is okay to go into the winter deep, to rest, and to fully give ourselves **time** for the practice of emptying, clearing, refining. The light will return when it does ~ please don’t force it prematurely. The bud must stay closed until it is ripe, and now is the time to root down, finding nourishment in the dark of the hard winter soil, trusting it’s okay to leave the skeletal branches of our lives bare and exposed to the reality of the cold world.

What is this “Wild?!”

What is this “Wild?!”

What is this “Wild?!” It’s true, I use that word a lot. But what do I mean? Do I mean wild and crazy, doing things recklessly, out of the ordinary, loud and rebelliously…? No, in fact, the “wild” that I speak of is actually very ordinary, the natural state of things. A deer is wild, but it is quiet, timid, watchful…

Becoming Wild…

Becoming Wild…

I see ridges and trees sloping and dancing all around me ~ and my mind, soul, and voice want to trace them, absorb them, become them, and sing them…