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Kvass for Slambva

In the time of pears We poured the water Flour makes a paste Dancing and jumping Excitement of youth A new thing to touch Two sets of hands now Squish and twist the dough Kitchen full of smells In the afternoon We pulled out the […]

I Belong to This Land; This Land Doesn’t Belong to Me

I am a child from nowhere, a long string of wandering ancestors trailing behind me Some forced from their native homes long ago, some more recently By war or economy — conquered, defeated, starved, persecuted They carried their wounds with them where ever they went […]

A Welcome for the Mist Dragons

Black has wings Today on the hill Five times a presence Around the gray stone Cawing into flight At the sound of my feet Blue hiding Today a day off One expanse not seen Still present in eyes Awaiting a gift The mystery revealed Red […]

Terrorism and Tea

I never thought, as a child That I’d spend my 40s Responding to mass shootings With making tea and coffee cake Staring out the window at the mountains But here we are Our nation has thoroughly descended into stochastic terrorism Our government’s leaders are profiting […]

The Circle of Knowing

I heard a story once about a child trapped in a basement. It was told to me by many different mouths over the course of a number of years. In the story, the child is shut away down there, screaming themself horse because they are […]

A Prayer to the Gods, in Service to All Existences

I come before you in love and service, and ask… Brighid, help me to feel the flame of your inspiration and the nourishing water of your healing Lugh, help me to build my skills and serve my community well Morrigan, Great Queen, give me courage […]

Embracing the Night Sky with Sunburned Arms

I often discuss spirituality with others who are interested in it because it is a meaningful topic to me. I am also frequently involved in group situations where people are coming together for a ritual, a class, a meal, or another action of some type […]

The Continuing War Against Women

There is no denying it any longer.   Women are under siege.   Not only are we being murdered daily by the men in our lives, not only are we and our children living in situations of domestic violence, not only are our rapists not […]

Time For Love

There is so little time In a life for Love   I am not distracted And forgetful I see   Things are not rushing By me unnoticed I hear   I am running and dancing As much as I can   Yet still there is […]

On Grace

I’m part of an interfaith marriage, and we attend a Christian church about once or twice a month – sometimes the Episcopalian church to which my wife and I belong, and sometimes to a non-denominational community church to which my mother-in-law belongs (she loves the […]


My Diary

The Stream By finnchuill

I’m sitting on a bench, happy that the stream that has been dry lately, except for a few diminishing pools, the last hideout for the frogs, has water again. I met this stream last year, just about a year ago, and since walk along the ‘streamside trail’ frequently. Walking is a druidic practice for me. The land by the stream slowly opens itself to me. Small naio trees form an open grove about me.

My thoughts open to this: place is a kind of gnosis. A place slowly coalesces around me, around my body on a bench, in and out of my mind, my breathing, my perceptions. The stream is variant, diverse, sometimes hugely full, flowing up through small side channels, even taking out the little bridge one time last summer. Other times, all polished boulders, small puddles. Everything is volcanic here, water can percolate down into the earth easily, but up in the mountains it rains a lot, sending more water down. Such simple things, but so often ignored, such small things the place reveals.