It’s another gray snowy day with large white flakes falling from the sky… January lasts “forever” every single year. I feed chickadees on my window ledge until the squirrels show up; then I scatter seed on the ground. Chickadees begin… Read More ›
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A Womanist’s Perspective by Sara Wright
Last night I was listening to plant scientist Monica Gagliano who is pushing the boundaries of what we know about plants. She proved that plants respond to the sound of water by moving toward it and cannot be tricked. Bio-acoustics… Read More ›
Answering a Call by Sara Wright
“Shamans bridge the night flow…” the first lines from a poem I wrote long ago keep coming into my mind. Frustrated because I can no longer access the poem, I accept that the first line is what I need… ‘bridging… Read More ›
When Betrayal Makes Sense by Sara Wright
When I was a young woman, a divorced mother of two, working as a waitress I became obsessed by a window hanging in a local store. This cluster of grapes was fashioned out of thick, uneven hunks of stained glass… Read More ›
Solstice Stories : Fire and Ice by Sara Wright
The winter solstice is almost upon us just as the first heavy snow buries the forest and house under 28 inches of snow. I never look forward to this shift into the cold, ice, and snow, although I do wrap… Read More ›
Saying Goodbye (Refuge), Part 2 by Sara Wright
Part 1 was posted last week. You can read it here. When I first came to this area 40 years ago I was ‘called’ to land about 15 minutes from here. That first summer I was out in the field… Read More ›
Saying Goodbye (Refuge), Part 1 by Sara Wright
Leaving chores behind I bundled up and grabbed a trowel and drove between still waters to my beloved forest. The premature snow had melted, cracked ice created fantastic glittering patterns in shallow waters informing me that it was probably too… Read More ›
The Ancestor Story by Sara Wright
During the last few years I have spent hours listening to the haunting cries of Sandhill cranes, awaiting them at the river, stunned each time as I glimpsed a flock float to the ground, great gray wings extended to break… Read More ›
Aging and the Ancestral Dark? by Sara Wright
Unfortunately, an inner darkness has been with me all fall hiding in the corners of my mind and disturbing my body creating headaches and stomach troubles during the day. Although I attempt to protect myself from a culture that I… Read More ›
Hemlock Haunting by Sara Wright
When I stand under one of these giants I sink into the dark spiraling into Deep Time. If Hemlock does not succumb to insects a poisoned sky this tree might live out a natural life… 800 years is eight to… Read More ›
When Earth Meets the Son by Sara Wright
As I curl up in my hatchback open to sky I am a snail loving her shellsun warms me from behindAutumn lightshimmers, leavesa testamentto breeze some withered by a freeze.Burnt umberGoldSalmonthe understoryin full gloryBare hardwoods peer down sentries stationedOverheadAcorn browned… Read More ›
Elf and Seed Woman Stories by Sara Wright
The older I get the more important the forest becomes to me because it is a place where I find inspiration and peace. I also play in the woods! During the month of October and what I call the “Witching… Read More ›
On Her Birthday by Sara Wright
One of the aspects of feminism that really disturbs me is the SILENCE around aging. Reflections on our personal lives are a critical piece that can help women to deal with this inevitable process. Oh, we write about the “wisdom”… Read More ›
Grief Overshadows Joy by Sara Wright
Fall is the season of ‘the cutting away’, a poignant time to celebrate the deepening darkness as we turn inward. I think the powers of the goddess are strongest at this time of year… I wrote this wistful poem in… Read More ›
The Miracle of Becoming by Sara Wright
We use the word “transformation” very casually in our culture. Humans including feminists have ‘adopted’ the word to describe an inner shift in mental awareness, and of course this can happen, although not usually after a weekend spiritual retreat. The… Read More ›
Hail Mary by Sara Wright
The words of the mantra suddenly materialized in my mind and spilled out of my mouth as I drove home, exhausted from the days chores. Simultaneously a sharp pain lodged itself in my lower back. Astonished by hearing myself repeat… Read More ›
Witches Butter by Sara Wright
The other day I found the most beautiful fungus on an aging white pine set against deep green moss that was almost arcing over the brook. When I looked up Dacrymyces palmatis I discovered that it’s common name was “Witches… Read More ›
Sky Woman comes to Earth by Sara Wright
Every twig is singing a song of thanksgiving to Sky Woman who gifts steady rain nourishing earth’s parched body. Cracked ground softens soaks in minerals and scent sensing wonder.
Time of the Goddess by Sara Wright
Apple trees have always been dear to my heart and of course, they are associated with the goddess. What follows is a little story where the goddess is made manifest. Torn Apple Heart Three years ago I had a beloved… Read More ›
Peaceful Winding Endurance Road by Sara Wright
I personally think the quality of endurance is underrated. Remember Celie in The Color Purple? After living through hell this woman became who she was meant to be. Sometimes endurance does seem to be the way through. Just now the… Read More ›
Mystic Musings in Late July by Sara Wright
Intolerable temperatures, the air dripping with humidity, unable to sweat, my body catches fire. My aging mind shuts down. How to find hope in the ruins, not just personally but all around me in dying leaves rife with holes or… Read More ›
Seeding up at the Turning By Sara Wright
The forest is bursting with berries, blue lily beads are just one of a multitude of seeds…Astonishing pearl bells adorn mounds of shining wintergreen that shimmer across the forest floor. Soon those berries will blush, bead up, cry scarlet. Three… Read More ›
Three poems by Sara Wright
Spirits of the Forest In Forest Presence I listen, leaves and needles rustle Voices Hum inside Hemlock bark sounding if only humans would listen Incantations erupt beneath the forest floor wrapped in a tapestry of threads millions of miles of… Read More ›
Butterfly Wounding by Sara Wright
Bittersweet orange invokes wounding past torment endured at the hands of those who would harm. Air is lightened, cleansed by absence Trees rejoice Slaughter shifts perspective Despair presses Diamond. Fritillary seeks her flower lover in waiting Tongue seeking.
Part 2 – The Other Side of the Story by Sara Wright
To read part 1: click here I am watching my neighbor from a window as her body dissolves and disappears into a pile of dark smoke that rises up to the ceiling in a pink room. She leaves behind a… Read More ›
The Ugly “Neighbor” and The Power of Evil by Sara Wright
What follows is yet another story of how patriarchy is destroying our culture through the lens of personal narrative. This is a pattern we must uncover, reveal for what it is and refuse to participate. As bell hooks once said,… Read More ›
Refuge Bombing – 5 pieces by Sara Wright
In Maine the 4th of July…The bottom line is that women don’t create the chaos and unbearable noise that men do. It comes to a ‘head on the 4th – a time to create misery for all people who are… Read More ›
Little Red Deer by Sara Wright
At the forest edge twigs rustle, papery leaves betray a vision of grace emerging from behind my chair. Staring intently liquid coals will me to turn… You nibble a few grasses at my feet without fear. We meet on pine… Read More ›
Waxing Moon at Refuge by Sara Wright
Waxing moonpiercesfringed HemlocksStarburstsblink in and outOwls conversefrom Needled Crownsbathed inAir and Light.Refuge Treesoothed byFamiliar callssighs deeply,soakingIn the Night. Refuge incarnates as Aphrodite… In the forest I slip into a lime green skin with the help of one hemlock, under whose… Read More ›
From Kavanaugh to Hell by Sara Wright
The glorious blue and gold summer day permeated by the scent of wild roses faded as the ominous words swirled around my head trying to get in. Roe overturned. For a moment rebellion – disbelief, NO, something screamed in silent… Read More ›
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