The Light that Binds

On the Winter Solstice I participated in a dawn Yule Ritual that celebrated the magical transmutation of dark to light.  As the sun rose glittering like a ruby over the eastern horizon, I felt like dancing.  My very soul quickening with the rising orb: here comes the sun and I say, it’s all right. In … More The Light that Binds

Growing Irish Potatoes in the North Carolina Piedmont

When it comes to potatoes, aren’t we all a bit Irish?  I adore the earthy orbs, baked, boiled, steamed, or fried; and I’d be quite content to eat them for breakfast, lunch and dinner.  When I ate my first homegrown ones though — little baby spring taters robbed from the plants that morning and then … More Growing Irish Potatoes in the North Carolina Piedmont

Garden Authority

It has been too long since I held communion with the Green Realm.  Around these parts, it is a quiet time.  Only the evergreens remain to add their chlorophyll ease to eyes weary of browns and grays. Yet, there is work to be done.  I cut down the withered stalks of dead flowers, scattering their … More Garden Authority

Freeing Seeds

I will never forget the first time I watched Grandpa Jack deadhead a marigold and scatter its seeds.  It was a flat out miracle.  I took high school biology, so I knew about the birds and the bees, but somehow I never quite put it together that flower seeds would be a part of the … More Freeing Seeds

Action in the Hood #1

The folks in my neighborhood were at it again this week.  This time it was a post about the movie Obama’s America 2016 that spurred the listserv monitor to write in and remind everyone that: “The purpose of our listserv is for discussing matters related to our community such as getting recommendations for various household … More Action in the Hood #1

Eve

I am always amazed anew at the destruction of my hands.  The intense cold of the river’s water stings my knuckles and blisters open raw against the scraping metal of the washboard.  They seem the hands of another and it is hard to believe that they once reached deft and smooth for an apple.  As … More Eve

Harvesting Honey

As a child I went often with Papa Bear and Small Bear on The Big Honey Hunt.  Over river and through dale I laughed and laughed as Papa Bear chased his bee, sticking his paw into every tree but the honey tree.  Back then it never troubled me that the final message of the book … More Harvesting Honey

The Alchemy of I

There was a wondrous lift to the breeze yesterday.  A certain undeniable lilt to the patterned drifting of the clouds in their sea of blue.  We were below, working the potatoes.  Mounding soft dirt at the base of each plant and cutting skyward shoots above: our intention the focusing of energy in the tubers slowly … More The Alchemy of I

Illimitably Earth

Spent a fabulous and balanced week digging in the dirt.  Reaping, tilling, sowing, transplanting and nurturing.  We harvested some of our winter rye.  Felt like being in a Van Gogh painting — two figures, one cutting and the other bundling.  A gentle moment. My eldest son and I fulfilled a yearly tradition, planting an inaugural … More Illimitably Earth

Persephone’s Message

Goddess bless the old stories.  Those marvelous tellings passed down from generation to generation, comfort against life’s difficult truth: that there is pain here where we live; that in this land death has no mercy.  These have been hard weeks in the human realm as we have tread through deep sorrow and battled troubling distortions.  … More Persephone’s Message