Tag: healing

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

Silent Warriors and Muddy Wheels

Part I: A Meeting at The Edge of War On a land strewn with the recently dead, I met her. On a high hill looking out over the blood and destruction, I met her. Everywhere was grey and black with edges of dangerous silver. Iron […]

The Place of the Legless

I am the descendant of many lines of ancestors who helped to form opposing sides of some of the most storied armed conflicts in their history. Both sides of the genocide carried out against the tribal peoples of this continent under the name of Manifest […]

A Study in Ancestors and Rust

  The giant stands across the dark river with one foot on each side. Glints of silver can be seen in the waters that rush past between his feet. The darkness between them is the darkness of the night without moon. His eyes do not […]

Colors and Warnings

There is fire near me once again. The flames are on the other side of the hill I live at the base of by a creek. I felt them in my dreams all night. The air I breath is rough in my throat. It is scratchy […]

Healing Ourselves, Healing the Land

Like so many sensitive people I know, I’ve struggled this year with feeling anxious and filled with grief.  Sometimes I even feel afraid at an animal level, like every muscle in my body is tensing, ready to flee.  We live in troubled times.  We feel, […]