Author Archives
I am a writer and naturalist who lives in a little log cabin by a brook with my two dogs and a ring necked dove named Lily B. I write a naturalist column for a local paper and also publish essays, poems and prose in a number of other publications.
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Wildflower Wonder by Sara Wright
Ephemeral Emergence Arbutus trumpets seduce bumblebees three lobed trillium wings streak rose shining stars pearling forest floors wild oats bow bluebead swords unfurl wild lily leaves clasp palms in prayer stained glass hemlock sky filters light fragrant needles fracture… Read More ›
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“Calculated Emotional Violence” and Abuse: Memories of ‘Mother Days’ by Sara Wright
I took the above phrase from a post on FAR (published 5/6/22) after it triggered memories of mother abuse. Like Sedna I was a daughter who was thrown into the sea, her fingers cut off one by one (but not… Read More ›
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A Reflection on Aging by Sara Wright
In feminism becoming a ‘wise’ crone is acknowledged (it is certainly true that experience brings insight), but the vulnerabilities associated with aging remain hidden. I wonder how much of this silence has to do with shame? Does our culture’s obsession… Read More ›
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Resurrection by Sara Wright
This morning the skin of the earth turns white and wild winds howl. Yesterday, rain, fog and mist lifted the snow into sweet moisture – laden air. I rest in peace.
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Starflower by Sara Wright
Snow tide recedes, shrinking waves expose papery oak leaves, thick tree roots, pine needles, fallen lichens, rich humus in the making… Mycelial networks curl tips and tendrils embrace decay.
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Root Blessing by Sara Wright
Appearing at dawn beneficence made her descent a cloud of blue behind her light rising luminescent glow
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Birch in Spring 2022 by Sara Wright
Black eyes smooth white supple body, budded branches torching cobalt sky in pink; hidden roots are fed by March waters.
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Persephone Rising, Part 2 by Sara Wright
Part 1, from last week, can be read here. For those folks in the southern hemisphere who are entering fall as we the northern climates enter spring I offer this next personal narrative. Every Autumn I buy a smooth skinned… Read More ›
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Persephone Rises, Part 1 by Sara Wright
While researching Minoan Crete I learned that each autumn young girls once gathered blue violet saffron crocus to leave as an offering for the Wild Crocus Goddess as they prepared for adolescent female initiation rites. I was intrigued by the reference to… Read More ›
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The Lady of Saint Serin by Sara Wright
I just learned about Jen Taylor who is a singer and songwriter and a woman who embraces the goddess. Her philosophical work focuses on re-wilding the body/mind – returning us to our source. Jen Taylor writes: “Statue-Menhirs are sandstone standing… Read More ›
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Sedna’s Tale by Sara Wright
The story of Sedna is yet another rendition of the Handmaid’s Tale. This one comes from the Arctic and the Inuit people. During this time when it seems as if patriarchy has a stranglehold on so many of us, I… Read More ›
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Winter Turns the Tide by Sara Wright
This winter has been most challenging on every level. I am exhausted, emotionally and physically. Most of my hair has turned gray. I have become an old woman who needs to be in touch with her limitations. On December 31st… Read More ›
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Mycelial Madness by Sara Wright
For those of us who are dedicated to feminism and to the sanctity of nature here is one more way to understand the earth as our goddess. Her mysterious veil is the source of all life. Immanence is sacred. The… Read More ›
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‘A Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing’ by Sara Wright
The Power of Dreams to Forecast Future Events I have been a dreamer all my life and within the last six weeks I have had a number of dreams that both frightened and baffled me. How is it possible I… Read More ›
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Spruce at Dawn by Sara Wright
Spruce towersover weeping hemlockbalsam and pine.Pale peach cloudspaint the sky circlingfringed spires.Treesour first cathedrals…Some still gatherunder these boughs.Her Voiceis being Silenced.The Spirit ofthe ForestDeparts…
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Father Root by Sara Wright
My habit has been to hide once I know he’s around, to deny his presence, the fright that springs from every cell, my body on scream. I harm myself forcing me to do his will – ‘Keep going’ I screech… Read More ›
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Passionflower: Women and Plants, and a Crown of Thorns by Sara Wright
I have always had a relationship with plants. All the women in my family were gardeners and I had my first garden when I was about four year old. But it wasn’t until mid-life that I began to sense that… Read More ›
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A New Year’s Story: La Bafena by Sara Wright
Ever since I was old enough to comprehend that New Year’s Eve represented the end of one year and the beginning of the next a holiday requiring NOISE, drunkenness, and joyful (?) merry making, I experienced a profound sense of… Read More ›
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A Christmas Grouse by Sara Wright
I left seed for you. A pomegranate too. Would you come Christmas day? The veil was thin last night. This morning Madonna’ s Feathered Body Spoke. When you ran across the snow I remembered the song from long ago…
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A Christmas Story by Sara Wright
My deeply devout French- Italian Catholic Grandmother held my hand as we walked into the village at dusk. We were going to see the crèche. I recall feeling very excited. I loved the story that she had just told me… Read More ›
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Full Moon Prayer by Sara Wright
Lupita (Mary Guadalupe Tree of Life) Your steel points of light Your branches of Light (Asherah) glow in grave darkness. Hecate’s second moon is Red. The raven slices the sky into shards. The river catches shivering stars. We remember the… Read More ›
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Winter Stories by Sara Wright
Every November I begin to create stories inside. Except for going into the woods to tip balsam and making wreaths I never know what else I might decide to do, but by the time I have finished I know what… Read More ›
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From the Archives: Paying Homage to Hestia by Sara Wright
Moderator’s note: This marvelous FAR site has been running for 10 years and has had more than 3,600 posts in that time. There are so many treasures that have been posted in this decade that they tend to get lost… Read More ›
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The Door by Sara Wright
Doors are thresholds that if opened, become Gates to the Unknown. If invited in for further instruction. by kindly Spirits we tread lightly, always listening Symbols and signs
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Mama Partridge by Sara Wright
Preface: I would like to think that there are not many women out there who have had a mother like mine, but I am sure there are more. It is often hard to break the silence of abuse, especially when… Read More ›
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Reflection: Winter Light by Sara Wright
What does this little narrative have to do with feminism you ask? Why everything! It speaks to the journey of one woman from young adulthood into old age, a woman who learns along the way that Nature/ Earth/Immanence is also… Read More ›
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A Different Type of Thanksgiving, part 2 by Sara Wright
{Part 1 was posted yesterday. You can see it here} Soon after I began to create little traditions that I follow to this day. November is the month I begin to celebrate my love for every evergreen tree on the… Read More ›
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A Different Kind of Thanksgiving, part 1 by Sara Wright
The night before my maternal grandmother died my mother pushed me so hard I fell to the floor and banged my head. My grandfather and I had just walked in the door after spending the day at a New York… Read More ›
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The Gate by Sara Wright
Unaccustomed to joy his kindness barely torched her cells still under fierce attack from too many anti –bodies. What registered was quick – silver shining a clasp so easily undone… A golden sun illuminated two leaf strewn paths gilded in… Read More ›
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Mary’s House by Sara Wright
Feminists have always found holy places in the forest, under trees, near springs or wells or by rivers and streams and this year my refuge has been the forest, where the goddess lives still…I have spent most of the summer… Read More ›
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