I love sharing this video (though really it is an audio experience) this time of year, when we honor our ancestors and dive deep into the Otherworld.
Take a few minutes and relax into the nourishment of an imaginal experience! And let me know if it was meaningful for you.
You Have a Belonging HereThe hermit thrush has a songthat tumbles from his throatlike a spring from the oldest stones,a
In the mornings I hike the ridge up behind my house. The path follows what I think is an old logging road and climbs steeply up to the top of Open Ridge, where I usually turn around and make my way back down. Theres a spot I’m looking at, paying special attention to, because it’s a boulder with a shelf where bloodroots bloom, and it’s the time of year when they might start blooming. This morning I stopped at that boulder and there were no bloodroots but it felt like there was a story that the boulder had to say. So, this is what I wrote down.