I dig the number 11. Reminds me of those two ancient pillars, Space and Time, and me living in between. I like seeing it show up on my digital clocks, that 11:11 observational bias thing. I like pausing for that one minute and wishing for something. Not because I think that minute has magical powers, … More On the Elevens
I am a Witch. I study in the Reclaiming Tradition and also with Sage Goode. Locally, I am a member of Dragon’s Cauldron. I have never hidden that I’m a Witch, but I don’t normally go out of my way to declare it either. For many “Witch” is a loaded term and I am someone … More Magical Engineering
Yes, I did it last night. I watched the U.S. Presidential debate. I told myself that if I became too irate I could simply turn it off. In the end though, I came away feeling disappointed. Disappointed and sad. In listening to President Obama and Governor Romney, I had a strange sense of déjà vu, transported … More Thoughts from an Unrepresented Voter
I wish I could say I’ve been off doing something exciting, but in truth, I can only report what a long, ordinary trip it’s been. A summer with my boys — swimming at our neighborhood pool, hiking and camping enveloped in the Blue Ridge Mountains, standing humble a few times by the mighty Atlantic, honing … More The Plain Sense of Things
It all seems so simple while dancing in my kitchen to The Eleven. Create a virtual space for my ramblings on sowing and reaping liberty. The tending of my plot in The Commons, an action of accountability to my children and the seven generations to come. As my body rocks a lemniscate curve to that … More Showing Up
Branches up, roots down. I stand on feet firmed to the earth and breath in. I envision myself notching the arrow, drawing the bow. I let her fly: “I intend to sow and reap liberty by engaging my voice.” The vibrations hum my fingers. I breathe out. So mote it be.