In Abiquiu New Mexico I walked down to the river and Bosque (wetland) communing with trees, leaving in the dark and returning before dawn every morning. Red Willow River is a tributary of the Rio Grande. I didn’t need to… Read More ›
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Entering Winter, the Season of Darkness by Barbara Ardinger
Halloween used to be spelled “-e’en,” with the apostrophe replacing the V in “eve.” The N was probably added so the word ends in a consonant and we don’t have “hallow-wheee.” But people get lazy, and since the late 20th… Read More ›
That Which Is Sacred by Max Dashu
We are going through a huge cultural shift toward restoring the female to her full radiance. However you want to define that, it is rising now, through us. That which is Sacred, what should we call it? We’ve been told… Read More ›
