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These ponderings originally appeared one per day via MailChimp. This weekly version keeps them in one place for people who missed the daily postings. Welcome Equinox Welcome to the lovely moment on the balance. Welcome to the fulcrum. Welcome to the vernal equinox. May you carry this blessing with you today and as the weeks …
Imbolc will end on Thursday at sunset and Beltane will begin with moonrise as the calendar passes from April 30 to May 1. This year – perhaps a coincidence, perhaps not – I will be bidding farewell to Imbolc in Wales on April 30 and bidding welcome to Beltane on May 1 in Ireland, making …
Our sabbatical is beginning with three short stays in England as we head to Ireland for our first house exchange. We started with eight days in London at a friend’s flat. We are currently partway through seven days with friends in southwest England, and on Saturday we leave for a week traveling across the south …
I remind myself it is Imbolc and Imbolc is the season of new beginnings and new ideas, new perspectives, new awareness. Imbolc is a renewing opportunity to learn the spiritual, emotional, psychological, basics all over again. This is a good thing, because… …it’s a trick and a half to walk around in England at the …
When our plane lifts off from Denver International Airport on its way to London tomorrow night, I will be journeying into an unfamiliar emotional, psychological, and spiritual space as alien as a voyage to Mars. Although the pattern of my husband’s days and weeks will be similar to previous sabbaticals, my own will not. My …
Choosing seed is one of the earliest stages of farming or gardening…or growing in mind, heart, spirit, body. Some of us, of course, never choose radish or tomato seeds because we are convinced we have a black thumb or we don’t have anywhere to plant a garden. But all of us choose the seeds we …
When we lived in western Massachusetts, I had not only an enormous flower garden in the front yard, but a vegetable garden about a mile away from the house in some of the richest farm land in the world. January and February were magical months when the seed catalogues arrived by the bushel, filled with …