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This being human
Here we breathe: on the wake of Hunter’s Moon. Here we ground: on a growing blanket of leaves. Here we belong: as the night’s embrace draws us into her darkening chambers for the starlit, dreaming [...]
Honey within the darkness
Why HONEY in "Fire & Honey Ceremonies"? Oh so many allurements to honey… Here’s one. When we pass through the heat of crisis and come out of the fire transformed, there is sweetness to be [...]
Ritual Artistry: Crafting Ritual from the Ground Up
The thirst is there. I see it lighting up people’s faces when I tell them about ceremonies we do as a family, or rituals I do with my children in the garden, on the beach, [...]
Lemon Balm Harvest Ritual
It’s time to gather some lemon balm. It’s a celebration day and the kids want to serve special water for the occasion – water that is touched by the subtle taste and enchanting smells of [...]
Wild Encounters Series #1: What seafoam knows about sticking to our bubbles
Today the ocean rushes and roars in rabid waves, frothy at the mouth. It rants and raves, spitting out its skeletons from the closet - in an attempt for balance, for harmony, laying it all [...]
Words of Bark & Bones: Ritual Inspiration through Nature-Writing
The various shades of devastation in our planetary ecosystems reveal a humanity who's awareness is torn from the web of life. This crucial time which we inhabit asks no less of us than to pick [...]
Halloween Time: 10 Steps from Dog to Wolf
1. Betwixt Dog and Wolf. Enter night, exit light. Samhain (a Gaelic word pronounced “sow-win”), an ancient Celtic celebration from October 31st to November 1st, welcomes in the darkest slice of the seasonal pie. If [...]
Happy Fall Equinox: Inviting in gratitude, poise and balance
Dear Ones... I love this thanksgiving day that honors the balancing act between night and day. We are momentarily suspended before slowly slipping into the darkness of winter. At this time of year in the [...]
The Pulsing Heart of Crisis
She dons a black cloak that both allures and terrifies. Dark wings push through the hard crust of her shoulder blades. The shadow cast by her cloak is too thick to reveal her facial features, [...]
I respectfully acknowledge my place as a settler on the stolen Indigenous lands and Coast Salish territories of the Lək̓ʷəŋən/Lekwungen (Songhees and Esquimalt) and W̱SÁNEĆ ((SȾÁUTW/ Tsawout, W̱JOȽEȽP/ Tsartlip, BOḰEĆEN/Pauquachin, WSIḴEM/ Tseycum, MÁLEXEȽ/ Malahat) First Nations, whose timeless relationships with the land continue to this day. As a guest on this land, may my deep respect and reverence be enacted through my relationship with the rightful stewards and traditional keepers of this land, with the Earth and Waters, with all living entities and sentient beings, and with the spirit guardians of this place.
