For a culture so obsessed with music, we sure don’t play much of it. This appears to be largely a Western thing, and possibly overwhelmingly an American thing. We are surrounded by a near-continuous stream of music, from the radios in our cars to the canned music at the grocery store, gas station and coffee […]
Things have to die before they can be reborn. Right now, as I sit here in my comfortable house, there’s a killin’ cold outside. We got six inches of snow yesterday, and last night the cold came down like a hammer. It’s a terrifying beauty, this kind of weather. I have to confess, I am
I’m a Druid, which means a lot of things to a lot of different people. There are Neo-Pagan Druids who worship Earth-Mother and Sky Father and numerous other personal and household gods; there are Christian Druids who live by the philosophy Jesus taught, and worship a Divine Creator and generally believe Christ is the Son
I wrote a blog post yesterday (Thursday, actually). And I saved, and saved, and previewed and proofed and saved . . . and then I added an image, and when I previewed with the image, the image wouldn’t show up. So I did stuff, removed and added it back, saved, yadda yadda yadda, and when
Being a musician, I have spent most of my time with men, for most of my life. There are numerous reasons for that, but most of them are not relevant to the points I want to make. That may be fodder for another post. For most of my life, most of the people who happened
Did you have a good Thanksgiving? I had Friendsgiving here, which was just fantastic. No pressure, no pain, no stress, no guilt . . . No weight gain, either, because I feasted with other health nuts, and we ate in moderation. I feel warm, but not puffy. Full of peace, but not bloated. Satisfied, and
I live in a town that is, frankly, dominated by a university teaching hospital. This place doesn’t just have branches, not just satellites, it has tentacles. They have an urgent care center in the damn grocery store. It’s becoming like our own special version of Waffle House; somebody stands in the parking lot of a
I avoid talking about politics, not because I am afraid of the fight, but because honestly, I would rather expend my energies taking care of myself and the people around me so that we can all be our best selves in the face of the chaos and dangers that are, sadly, a reality of this
I wrote this song several years ago, but it’s a keeper. It’s an experience of a crisp Samhain night, simply walking and watching and feeling the world around me. May your Samhain celebrations take you out into the nurturing night. Bright blessings.
On the first day of Samhain, my true love gave to me, a bite of immortality . . . On the second day of Samhain, my true love gave to me, two caramel apples and a bite of immortality . . . Samhain, aka Halloween Old School, is a High Holy Day, a cross-quarter day,
