Wonder & Dust
exploring the connections between spiritual and creative practice
Painted Trillium Patterns
There are patterns everywhere the trillium says to me, and I lean in closer, not entirely astonished by the connection, but still, I wonder, is it real? I decide to hedge…
Dwarf Crested Iris
I wasn’t looking for wildflowers. Much less listening for them. No, I was careening through the forest on my mountain bike. I was in my early twenties, and I loved…
★ Bloodroot Medicine
The hawk sailed over the tangled crown of the oaks, then turned in a wide arc so that his underbelly caught the gold of the afternoon light and spilled it…
Cooper’s Hawks in the Otherworld
I thought they were squirrels at first, fussing amongst themselves as squirrels do. It was early November and I was deep into a sketch––the forest was an absolute cathedral of…
The Season of Endarkenment
We’ve entered the season of darkness, especially now that our clocks have magically turned back. The nights will come almost as a surprise this week, the frosts become bolder and…
Impossible Things
Back in September, when we had our first bit of cold weather, I had to make a decision: will I practice cold water immersion again this winter? If yes, then I needed to get in…
Into a Labyrinth of Resonances
Human attention is a curious, precious thing. I am thinking of my own experience with attention. How, when gathered and sewn to an idea, or an image, or even just…
Threshold to the Otherworld
We think of language as a hallmark of our species. Something we have, that other animals do not. A repertoire of vocabulary and a nuance of expression that enables us…
The Improbable Moon
If you gaze deep enough into the Cosmos, you will find the Cosmos dwelling within you. Or, as the case may be, if you gaze deep enough at the Moon, you will find the Grandmother gazing deep into you…