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Sweet Weeping
For Keri One hundred yards back, looking towards the clearing, I see the drops gleaming. Shining all the way down. It is dry. My coat rubs electricity out of the air and sends it snapping out my...
View ArticleThe Offering
The snowdrops bow their delicate, white heads, and shine their light back to the earth. The first offering of spring is to the source. The crocuses salute the sun, all eagerness and stretching, in...
View ArticleNovember, Gratitude
Intention So much of my practice this year has been an exploration of how to simultaneously enjoy the life I have, while building the life that I want. Managing this paradox – of seeing clearly, and...
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