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Spring brings wind…
…and wind brings change.
I’ve been thinking about the wind. I’ve even re-watched a little bit of Chocolat (remember the voice-over in the beginning? About the North Wind? Yum.).
There’s a romance to knowing the names of the wind. Each name feels like a secret, sweet on your tongue. When you whisper those secrets, they open a portal to a millennia of stories and histories so that when the wind comes, and its name is spoken, unused doors creak open and the world changes just a little. read more…
Do you remember the first time you saw a picture of a unicorn? Maybe it was one of those pre-Raphaelite remakes with a lovely woman cradling a unicorn’s head in her lap (no layered symbolism there!) or a cartoon in which the unicorn shoots rainbow hearts out of it’s...read more
Australia is burning, Puerto Rico is quaking, the polar icecaps are melting, and koala bears are reportedly headed toward extinction. What can we do when the madness of the modern world overwhelms its magic? We can seek kinship. Rewind to a cafe in Ireland. There’s a...read more
"Rule number one: Don’t be an asshole," I announced. Two hundred people tittered and my teaching assistant hopped up to write Don’t Be An Asshole in big letters on the white board. In the past few years, the conference I taught at had become a force for social justice...read more
It’s the time of letting go, the season of releasing. No longer held tight to branches, leaves swirl and twist with new found freedom. At night, the owls whisper of winter; the earth sighs and exhales after a season of productivity... As the year winds down, we face...read more
I’ve been thinking about hope... and believe it or not, plastic straws! "Optimism is a strategy for making a better future. Because unless you believe that the future can be better, you are unlikely to step up and take responsibility for making it so. If you assume...read more
It’s all about to change. The crows are congregating in the side-yard spruce, screeching and cawing after a summer of stillness. The echinacea is drooping in the front garden, vibrant pink petals tatty and tired. Early autumn is a time in-between: the days are still...read more