The Language of God A particularly dear friend had an insight for me in a recent deep and wide-ranging conversation. I’m used to it – every time we get together we tend to serve as sparks for each others’ thought processes. I wouldn’t trade that kind of kinship and understanding for all the anything in […]
I’ve been reading and thinking about the Pyramids. You know the ones, pointy, crumbling, surrounded by desert, associated with dead kings and such, Yeah, those pyramids. Valley of the Kings type pyramids. Scientists, archaeologists, engineers, architects, mystics, Egyptologists, and crackpots have been trying to figure out for literally centuries, how they did that. How the
My dad used to have a badass ability that kind of drove me nuts, even as I envied it. Dude could melt into the scenery like nobody was there. I swear I spent days of my life just looking for him in the woods, and I would walk right by him over and over and
How arrogant are we? Well, I’ll tell ya. We are so arrogant that we think we have to “create sacred space” before we do any magical working, when we are actually living on the body of a Living Goddess. Western Magical Tradition is bound up so tightly with the Christian idea of the separation of
What would happen if, instead of a boy, the Earth-Mother’s Solstice birthing produced a girl? I have a fuzzy idea of where that thought came from, but I don’t think it really matters. What matters is, what would happen if we ran the cycle of the year through cooperative, feminine power instead of dominating male
Oh, we want insight from The Universe, Great Truths and Fundamental Realities, don’t we? We want our fundamental realities to be complicated and big and meaty and secret – but they’re so not that. At all. The best truths are the simplest ones. Shit, even the physicists agree about that! I may have told you
No, I’m not saying felt is sentient (though I have seen some smart felt), nor am I saying that felting is a sensible thing to do (although it is pretty cool). Heartfelt thanks go out to my dear friend Lynn for putting these two words together in my ears. Felt. Sense. Felt sense. Here’s the
I was born a harp for the One Mind Never have I wanted more – or less From Iowa’s womb was I birthed In rich black earth was I planted to grow tall and strong Soundbox, pillar, and harmonic cuve carved, shaped and smoothed by delicate and loving fingers But my tuning pegs were hammered
2 million years seems like an absurdly long time, doesn’t it? That is the wild-pitch, longest possible length of time that humans, proto-humans, or human-like people have populated this much more ancient planet. When we think of it in terms of us, like “somebody like me,” living, breathing, walking, talking, singing, having babies, hunting, tending
Spring is powerful. The life force is rising ridiculously. It’s almost like life is starting over. In the mud. Again. Ah, the mud. It’s everywhere. Sticky and squishy and everywhere. There is no place mud can’t reach. I used to dread spring out on the farm because I could mop the goddam floor twice a
