“Tell me about the old times again, Mommy.” Jessica was lying in bed, under the cozy canopy, surrounded by her favorite stuffed animals. Mommy had just closed the bedtime book. She smiled her lopsided smile. This was an old ploy of Jessica’s, to get Mommy to keep telling stories to delay the moment of saying …
Hey Fen, Do you mind me asking about your process for receiving messages from your land? Sincerely, Couple-a folks Dear couple-a folks, Not only do I not mind, it is my joy to talk about it. And now I am going to talk about it! At length! Buckle in! From a “how it works” standpoint, …
It’s a labor of love. I have been reading and working with Layla Saad’s writing, via her book, “White Supremacy and Me” (with gratitude to those who are working through this with me in our reading/working group) and it has been resonating in me what she says at the beginning, that this work is a …
I go naked in the woods. Yesterday, on part of my walk, I took off my shirt and went topless for no reason. Not no reason, though. The first time I went naked in the woods, it was an apparent impulse. I didn’t have any idea why I wanted to. It was last winter, and …
I’ve been up on my land. A brief, last minute trip. Ostensibly, because there was work to do. Truly, because there was work to do. And also, because I was called. The land had a message for me. For us. I did as much of the work as I could, then headed out from my …
To begin, let’s get the obvious point out of the way: Women’s oppression is a thing. A real, serious, major thing. Has been for a long time. For all of Western Civilization. Since the first time someone said, “Hey, you know what, let’s consolidate power with MEN and build an entire culture on the idea …
I have been aware, in the past few weeks, of a certain seeming contradiction in the nature of my social media posts. Some are sweetness and light, paths forward, time on the land, gratitude. Some are filled with anger, fury, denouncements of white supremacy, racist police, and brutality. It is tempting to choose one or …
When I woke the first morning in the mountains this past week, it was raining. It had started in the middle of the night and woke me with its sudden unexpected drumming upon my tin roof. It continued through the night and well into the morning, a steady, medium rain in a thoroughly gray sky. …
I brought myself to the mountains this past week, along with a great deal else, but, most importantly, my Self. As I have said, I have been hearing the call to a new way of being in the world, a new way of being supported by the world. I went to the mountains because the …
Yesterday, the chickens were out running about and I was supervising. Every time a crow cawed, they would run for cover under a car or in their pen, and I would chide them gently. “Sillies,” I would say. “The crows won’t hurt you. It’s the hawk that circles around these parts you need to worry …