“To live in this world, you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the times comes to let it go, to let it go.” – Mary Oliver The phrase “letting go” has roots in Old […]
The rugged old Norsemen spoke of death as Heimgang-“home-going.” So the snow-flowers go home when they melt and flow to the sea, and the rock-ferns, after unrolling their fronds to the light and beautifying the rocks, roll them up close again in the autumn and blend with the soil. Myriads of rejoicing living creatures, daily, […]
Old sols widening circles enchanted by light Brother wind whispers through the leaves Be still young one gentle breeze Heaven is here
The story of Grandmother Moon told on the night of the Blood Moon Eclipse, a once-in-a-lifetime event.
Yesterday, a farmer welcomed four strangers for a picnic at Karma Farm. Contrary to western belief, Karma is neither good nor bad, fate nor destiny. Instead, Karma is more like the act of planting a seed. Once planted, time and unseen mystery take over until the tiny plant pushes out of the soil to be […]