Once upon a time, in a land far far away, there was a lame man, begging in the temple. Every day someone brought this man to the Temple to beg, placing him by a busy gate, in the midst of the traffic. He had been paralyzed from birth, we are told, but we do notContinue reading “Letting Ourselves Really See”
Category Archives: Sacred Wild
Today I am 4
Outdoors all by my SELF!Sliding on the BIG hill,ALL by my SELF!It was FUN! Fast and cold!Spin around, fall off,Backwards into snow.I am four!Four times down.Fun and scary.I am four, ALL by my SELF! Cars. A crow. A chickadee.My tummy.Cold on my face.A tear fell down.Smell the trees laughing.Snow like candy. Yum! More!Pink and purpleContinue reading “Today I am 4”
Willow’s Message
Of all the willows on this land,one is very old.Years ago, she fell.She lies broken,partially uprooted,but flourishing. She told me of the falling,of the happy movementthrough the air,and then — the crash,the multiple fractures,the silence. She rejoices,closer than everto her beloved Earth.She reaches down, down,into the mud,and up, up into the sky. She weavesthin branchesContinue reading “Willow’s Message”
The Naming
If ever there is a book that is worth rereading, it is Braiding Sweetgrass, by Robin Wall Kimmerer. I’m almost finished my third time through. Every read or listen yields new insights. Yesterday I listened to a chapter called Witness to the Rain, about how raindrops come in different sizes depending on whether they dripContinue reading “The Naming”
Decaying and Becoming
I took myself out to the Pond, to ask about its history, not so much the human history, of who walked this land in the time before my memory, but the place history — the history of water and soil — here. I walked the path to the other side, picking up and breaking fallenContinue reading “Decaying and Becoming”
Dream Bringer’s Studio 