Rainy Days and Sundays

The sun woke me early this morning.  It’s always a welcome awakening. Shining through my east bedroom window the beam strikes the mirror (positioned to catch it) and light floods the entire room. For a few moments, I lay silent, letting the illumination fill me; it reaches into the shadowed corners of my psyche and…

Simple Ritual

As I move further along in my journey of  aging, along my path to becoming Crone, I notice that my life is less and less compartmentalized. Every aspect informs every other aspect. This doesn’t feel like an energy of diminishment, or downsizing. It feels like expansion, like the dissolving of walls, the removal of masks….

Have Garden Will Share

Sadly, most of my garden is now overgrown and choked with weeds. I feel more and more each day that I’m falling hopelessly behind. This year I’ve accepted, with much sorrow that my once lovely gardens, having offered me daily retreat for so long, are now lost to me.

A Year of Becoming Crone

I marked sixty years of life last month. I am relishing the milestone. True, a trace of mourning for my lost youth still lingers around my edges, but the circle turns ever onward and aging is life. I find I spend more time imagining my crone years stretching out before me, who I want to…

Historical Trauma Is Not A Free Pass for Creating More Harm

Like other communities (both online and off) that deal with endeavors in creative and intellectual property, there are concerns over cultural appropriation, specifically in these spaces, the appropriation of cultural faith beliefs and spiritual practice. To be clear, I’m talking about pre-Christian spiritual practices and customs.

By the Numbers & In the Cards

For a good long time in my life, I have been fascinated by the mystical—blame it on my Catholic immersion, nine years of elementary education in a Catholic school attached to a diocese cathedral. Throw in a smattering of attendance at my father’s Christian Orthodox church and you’d be hard pressed to find a more…