Light the bale-fires, strike up the fiddles, slip off to the woods . . . Somebody’s got to ensure the bounty of the harvest around here. Except . . . we’re not exactly an agrarian society anymore, though I think we’re making tracks back to that way of being. And about damn time, too. Farmers […]
Dysfunction can be habit forming. It’s amazing the number of people who continue to suffer because they are afraid that if they resolve old wounds or aren’t in pain anymore, they will no longer be who they are. And in a way, that’s great, because obviously they like who they are and don’t want to
There’s no danger of our lights being turned off, or of us running out of food. Our cars are paid off, and there’s money to have some life once in a while. I have the intense luxury of waking up every morning feeling relaxed, happy and looking forward to a great day. How lucky is that?
I’ve worked hard the last couple of years to make my life a drama-free zone. It hasn’t been easy, and there are long relationships that are tenuous and uncomfortable now, but I’m so much happier for it. Life is hard enough without people who can’t seem to keep their shit together putting their shit-fans on
All hail the Fool, the wild one, the strange one, the one we dismiss . . . the one who seems so lost. Spring is the season of the Fool, definitely. Innocence, new beginnings, being deeply alive. Being so in awe of the return of life–the budding trees, the little flowers popping up, all the
