She was sitting at a table in a street cafe. I was passing by. From quite some distance down the street, we noticed each other. Our eyes met as I approached, and I had the sensation that I knew her, but I didn’t recognize her. When I got there, she said, “I know you,” and …
A couple days ago, in a business meeting, a friend and colleague complimented my sense of style. It was a warm moment, and I appreciated it. When he, joking, asked me for the name of my fashion designer, I wish I’d had the presence of mind to suggest the design academy where I studied. In …
I got accused of being “full of myself” in a Facebook comment yesterday. Welp. Reckon I am. It was intended as an insult, of course. To put me in my place. To devalue and dismiss the deeply considered and researched statements I had made in a previous comment. It was intended that way, but I …
Please meet my friends, holly and pine. Oh, and a lovely Old One, a piece of quartz that asked to come home with me the last time I was on my land. Holly represents protection, strength, and perseverance, as well as immortality and fertility. It has a strongly masculine energy, even though the berries we …
I love Spring peepers. They’re my favorite. There aren’t any audible in the video below, because they are shy. But if you come to my land and sit long enough by this creek, eventually they will decide you belong here, and then they will sing to you. What I love best about Spring peepers is …
He had a light brown beard and was wearing a flannel shirt over a t-shirt. Blue jeans. A little pudge over the top of his belt. White. I stopped the car and let him cross in front of me, feeling suddenly an immense compassion arising from my gut. He waved gratitude, walked on. I’ve never …
CW: Graphic descriptions of women’s bodies and sickness. Also, mention of child sexual abuse. I was going to write you a lovely, holiday-y post about the newborn sun and the return of the light, but then I spent the afternoon in a scaldingly hot tub of bloody water, throwing up over the side onto the …
Today is the shortest day of the year, tonight the longest night. Frequently, when people speak of the Winter Solstice, they speak in terms of the return of light, the birth of the newborn babe (and not just THAT one–Mabon and many others predate the one that is named in the current most dominant religion), …
Spider is one of my primary animal spirit guides. She is especially sacred to artists and creators and most especially to writers, but I didn’t know that when she introduced herself to me. It was in my woods, on my land. She claimed a pair of my swim trunks, my favorite swim trunks, which I …
It’s an alder. In the photo. This is a long story. I foolishly composed it on my phone in a fit of sudden need to get it all down. Well, here it is. My name is Fen. I have known this for much longer than I have lived it. The name came to me in …