Borrowed Time

A few weeks ago, I had the opportunity to go hear comedian Eddie Izzard speak about his new memoir, “Believe Me: A Memoir of Love, Death, and Jazz Chickens.” Eddie has long been one of my comedy idols, and he didn’t disappoint. The show was a mix of storytelling, hilarious side tangents, and of course… […]

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A Samhain Stroll

“The veil is thin,” I tell Her and She laughs and laughs. “A veil is always thin,” She tells me. “Words matter. A veil is thin by design. Notice you don’t say curtain.” “And even veil – that word – is a kindness,” She goes on. “Kinder than, more substantial than breath. Which is the true […]

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A new tool

I feel like I have been walking around in a constant state of energetic agitation for a long time now. Even though I have a regular sitting practice and for the most part stay pretty grounded, I’m aware it is taking more of my energy to maintain. To that end I am always open to […]

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Sitting

Sitting Sitting in the dark, the growing moon rising over my shoulder, watching the flames of my little fire curl around the fuel I provide. I need this sitting, this darkness and stillness and breath. I need to feel my pulse; I desperately need the assurance. There is nothing I can say right now that […]

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Two Torches

One of the things I’ve found most fascinating in preparing for this week’s event is the sheer number of epithets that are associated with Hecate. Earthly One, Key-Bearer, Savior, Three Bodied, Of The Three Ways, Companion, Before The Gate…and that just barely scratches the surface! You get the idea – lots of titles, lots of […]

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“Spring” cleaning

I‘ve been working through a very slow bit of spring cleaning recently (yes, I’m aware that it’s now August). This has never come easily to me – it’s not so much that I want to keep a bunch of things, exactly, but the process of deciding which things to keep is frustratingly difficult. After getting […]

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Well Met at the Crossroads

  I’m lost again. OK, maybe not lost. I know where I am. I’m here. What I don’t know is where I am going. (It’s interesting that that’s what lost means to me: ignorance about something that hasn’t happened yet. How could I know the end at the beginning? But I really, really want to […]

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