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Weaving the winter along.
I suppose my winter project is weaving, but it may be more important than that. The journey begins here. I don't have to wait until I get to the next way station to start working on things that are important to me, like spinning my own yarn and weaving fabric for my own clothing. Why deny myself the pleasure? Why arrive near-naked and shivering ( Read more... ) -
Advice to self
We've talked about resolutions--New Year's or otherwise--and you know I don't do resolutions or goals. Straight lines drawn in ink have gotten me in trouble so often in the past. If I let myself make too many plans, I become enslaved by them and I become blind to What Is, because all I can see is What Is Supposed to Be. I prefer to sketch my life ( Read more... ) -
I seem to have caught...
...a meme.
1. What did you do in 2012 that you'd never done before?
My winter project was boro, so I played with rags.
2. Did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
I don't do resolutions. I have participated in the occasional revolution.
3. Did anyone close to you give birth?
Yes. Little A. looked adorable in ( Read more... ) -
Blessings from the heart of stillness
It was good to spiral inward and inward, and now I am here in the silence, here in the present moment ( Read more... ) -
the solstice approaches
The stillness of a rainy morning mirrors the interior landscape. In the heart of stillness, I am here to meditate and to listen for the quiet voice of the Goddess ( Read more... ) -
Something to be thankful for
Indigo kitty is home. She is tired and still very wobbly, but she's HOME! -
belatedly, some thoughts about Samhain
It was very different to light candles in the true darkness. Suburban nights are seldom pitch black and it is always necessary to invent the night before lighting it. This Samhain, the night was deep and velvety, as far as I could see ( Read more... ) -
Sometimes...
Sometimes I am not here because I need to go and do...othertimes I just need to go and do nothing ( Read more... ) -
Taking the long way home
I stopped in Bryant Park on the way home last night, that full city block of formal gardens behind the library. It’s not easy for me to re-adjust to urban life after a week in the beloved countryside. Spending time in a park helps.
There is a way to practice mindfulness where you do not tune out everything around you but the sensation of your own ( Read more... ) -
September beckons
As much as I love the four seasons, I am particularly fond of September and October. Late summer and early autumn are so energizing, I am driven by a sense that time is running out and winter is bearing down on me ( Read more... )