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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 […]

Owls and Flowers in the Forest Out of Time

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The Serpent’s Path

The Flowers are coming towards me carrying their trays of small pots and tiny bottles that shine like jewels. I have been waiting for this moment for my entire life, and time seems to slow as they walk across the stone floor from the door […]

Pagan Organizing: The Mystery of Finding a Meeting Place

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Silent Warriors and Muddy Wheels

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Making space on the programming schedule – Inequalities and harmed people

This is me, speaking as a conference organizer and someone who has programmed cons. Yes, some of this is relevant to the recent con but the advice should generalize out easily. The difficulty of having a series of program items that address inequalities and harm […]

Frozen River Song

Night between the trees Caressed by moonlight Stars speak to me of Where I am Not yet morning light My antlered guide Is Waiting here At the edge We are flying over ice The echoes cracking A new river Being born A man in furs […]

Pagan organizing: don’t sweat the ones that never show

Time and again I’ve listened to frustrated event organizers. “Our membership list has 200 people, but we only get 10 people to show up on a good day!” I have also seen them hack at this issue, demanding people commit to attendance, pay admission fees […]


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.