I love it when Science meets Witchcraft. Way back in March – do you remember March, when we all thought, hey, we’re gonna be cooped up for a couple weeks, this oughta be okay and then we realized it was not gonna be okay at all and some of us are in fact still cooped […]
I’m a fan of silence. I don’t listen to music or have any media on at all when I’m at home, even when I am knitting or doing something quiet. It helps me shut off the thinking and simply be. If I’m listening to music I’m analyzing it. I don’t listen to music in my
Sometimes you have to drain that half-empty/half-full glass, and maybe wash it. That’s honestly where I’m at, folks. My glass feels drained. I’m not depressed, not feeling like this is it, I need to end here. Not at all. I just feel . . . like a vessel that’s held one thing for a while,
God, so I have come to understand Them, is formless. Not some old White dude who hasn’t shaved in 6000 years and hangs out in a bathrobe even more than Jeff Lebowski. They’re not somebody you can walk up to and carry on a conversation. They’re somebody you are actually in, like a fish is
Mythology is something I think about a lot. Not quite an obsession, but definitely a big thing for me. Maybe you’ve noticed. I find a strange kind of satisfaction in piecing together puzzles with missing pieces, so many missing pieces. Making wild leaps head first, connecting dots that are barely visible, finding little coincidences that
One of my favorite Iowa poets, Deb Marquart, published a small volume of poetry manymany years back, called Everything Is A Verb. The title stuck with me, and I have revisited many of the poems over and over as well. But that idea, that everything, everything, is a verb . . . Mr. Rogers reminded
I’ve been on a songwriting kick. (Yay! Dry spell over!) I’ve written two songs in as many weeks, and am working on two more. So the fields have done the fallow thing, and they’re over it. Let’s grow something! One of the things I frequently do to encourage inspiration to flow is to go through
Creativity can come in fits and starts, bursts, deluges, or . . . not. Sometimes, we’re empty. There’s nothing pressing we’re trying to say, no epiphanies to share, no questions to pose . . . Things are good and quiet and peaceful, and we’re doing what we do, and that’s that. When I would have
Every once in a while, I get the “disappointed” look from someone when I tell them I’m not gigging anymore. It’s a look I am intimately familiar with and highly sensitive to. Some people think I gave up out of heartbreak and sadness that I never got my pitcher on the cover of the Rolling
Looking out at a world covered in an ice-encrusted blanket of about a foot-and-a-half of snow, it’s hard to imagine Spring is actually happening somewhere under there. But it is. Under there. Very slowly and quietly. If we personify the Earth, call the Material Principle Gaia and the Active Principle Green Man, it can help
