From the time I was very young, I've been followed by a constant melancholy, like a low hum you can only hear in the stillness. I’ve never cared much for songs in major keys; they don’t tell the whole story. Minor keys are melancholic.  Truth is bittersweet and it’s there in that lowered third.

All of my life I’ve been searching for something. It’ ( Read more... )

My summer plans are crumbling under my feet. I'm not sure where to go from here.....

"Scholars of the urban form  have found that , in areas with more than 12 people per acre (30 people per hectare), public transit becomes cost-effective, bus ridership increases, vehicle ownership dips, and total gasoline consumption falls. Above roughly 40 people per acre (100 people per hectare) -- typical downtown densitites-- destinations are ( Read more... )

“We are a circle within a circle. With no beginning and never ending”

White sage, smudging, purity

Singing, dancing in and out, weaving ribbons, in rain and mud.

The colors of spring woven down the maypole.

Celebration, marriage, Green man and white woman.

Summer, we welcome you!

A leap across the flames.

Farmhouse fellowship , flower ( Read more... )

There are warm cinnamon rolls and a custardy sweet kuchen cooling on my stovetop, tempting me to indulge. It was so sunny today that I convinced myself to go for a run and returned flushed and exhilarated. Hours later I'm exhausted, but hoping I can do it again tomorrow. I also managed to freeze some kale from my backyard, and pick blackberry ( Read more... )

Clement's writing on Christian behavior - taken from Mysteries of the Middle Ages by Thomas Cahill,

"The complete Christian's manners are impeccable. He does not slobber over food nor besmear his hands with the condiments. Nor is he ever amazed and stupefied at what is presented, however vulgar and extravagant the dishes may be, for he has already ( Read more... )

It's spring! this is evidenced by the nocturnal amphibian orchestra in the nearby wetlIand.  I fall  sleep aat night to their full croaking chorus and wake up in the morning to the sound of one or two bullfrogs croaking, the die-hard all-night-boys who keep singing long after their comrades have gone to sleep. I also wake to the thuds of male ( Read more... )

I've gotten myself in waayy over my head. here's what I'm juggling ( Read more... )

So, spring break was awesome. Sunshine, hiking, organic farming, chickens and possibly maybe a summer job on Orcas Island. I capped it off with a trip to The Green Festival in Seattle, where I spent the day selling fair trade olive oil from Palestine and talking with amazing people. And then I went to find my car in the parking garage....and ( Read more... )

So, just to give y'all a feel for the place I go to school, here is the title of a lecture being given by a candidate for a faculty position here:

"Gay for Baby Tigers" Teaching Interdisciplinary Research (History, Biology, Queer Studies, Ethics) by Doing It

It's tomorrow. I think I'll go.